#literally giggling to the point of almost choking and coughing my lungs out

[my-little-random-world]

MARTA BELMONTE 𝑎𝑠 MARTA DE LA REINA 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ALBA BRUNET 𝑎𝑠 SERAFINA VALERO | 𝑆𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑑 (2024) — 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 1 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑖́𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑜 159

[curiositykilled-the-kitty]

Winters Trees

Chapter 4: First Times

Minors Do Not Interact!

Content warning for explicit sex scenes including loosing virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex, vaginal and anal fingering, nipple play and love bites

MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM ATTACK ON TITAN ANIME AND MANGA

You casually walk to the familiar bench in the dining hall, you're trying your hardest to hide the stride in your step after your impromptu morning with Levi.

You grab your meal and take a seat next to Armin, deciding that the awkwardness between you two should be over and done with by now. Shortly after you sit down, the rest follow suit. Sasha sits the other side of you and wraps her arm around your neck, almost knocking your drink out your hand.

"There you are! You came!" 

You choke on your water unexpectedly and start thumping your chest. "What??" You say in-between coughing your lungs up

"You.. came.. you know.. to lunch?"

"Oh right, of course, well I did promise!" You smile sheepishly

Sasha glares at you suspiciously, but quickly let's it go as Connie comes over with her food. 

"Ooh, yummy! My favourite!"

"Everything's your favourite, Sasha" Connie replies with a chuckle. 

Sasha still has one arm around your neck while she shovels food into her mouth with the her other hand. 

You turn slightly and tap Armin on the shoulder. 

"Hey laps buddy" you say while smiling 

"Oh.. hey Y/N. I've not been avoiding you I promise, it's just that" he cuts off part way through his sentence. "Urm, Y/N, what are those on your neck?"

You're confused at first and then your eyes widen, you give Armin a quick "shush" but it's too late, the others heard. 

Jean is the first on his feet to come and have a look and he's also the first to pipe up

"Wahey Armin! Get in! You got yourself an older woman!"

You glance at Armin through your fingers to see that he's blushing.

"It wasn't me!" He says in a panic, "besides, why would I point it out if it was me, surely I'd want to hide it!"

"Hmm good point. In that case.." Jean sits opposite you and places his chin in his hands, "who was it, Y/N" 

"Why does it have to be someone? I could have just burnt myself.."

"Well that's bullshit" Eren chimes in, "you wouldn't be so red in the face if it was just from a burn"

"Shit." You mutter to yourself 

Meanwhile, Sasha is sat next to you awfully quiet, you can tell the cogs in her head are working over time, until suddenly she shrieks out.

"Oh my god Y/N you didn't?! You fucked- argh!" You place your hands so tight over her mouth her screams become muffled "w-at ar' yo- doi'?!" 

You drag her from the table and pull her towards the corridor, she scrambles against your arms and in her last futile attempt to break free, she launches forward and ends up grabbing some bread off the table. Satisfied with her spoils of war, she flops back clutching her bread and let's your drag her back towards the bedroom. 

You literally throw her into the bedroom and she skids across the floor.

"What the fuck, Sasha!" You shout, half embarrassed half enraged.

"What?? You're the one who just dragged me out the hall like some kind of deranged woman!" She snaps back.

"Do you not realise how much shit you'd have gotten me in? Did you not stop to think about that??" You spit back

"Well maybe you shouldn't have let Captain fucking Levi suckle on your neck like a fucking newborn!"

"Well maybe you should have- wait, what?" You stifle a laugh because no matter how angry you are with her right now, nothing could have prepared you for what she said. 

"You heard me" she replies with the faintest smile on her lips.

You both look at each other in silence before the pair of you burst out into a fit of giggles. 

"In what way- ha ha- did he suckle on me like a- ha ha ha- newborn?!"

"Well it's what babies do isn't it? Suckle and stuff"

"Yeah, but not on your fucking neck, Sasha" you howl out loud. You're laughing so much you can't stop the tears coming from your eyes

"I know that I'm not a complete moron!" Sasha hiccups through a laugh, "they do it on your boo- oh my god please tell me he didn't actual do tha-"

"No, Sasha, he didn't. Not that it'd be any of your business if he did" you say sternly, feeling a little insecure talking about your escapade with Levi.

Sasha gets the hint and stops talking about it, but she can't help her curious nature.

"So how was it?"

"How was what?" You ask, genuinely wondering which way this conversation is now going. 

"You know, the sex" she whispers like she wasn't about to scream it in the middle of the dining hall not 10 minutes ago. 

"We didn't.. have sex" you say equally as quiet yourself.

"Then what did you do? Come on you can tell me! I won't tell anyone!" Sasha says sweetly.

"Like I believe that for a second, you just almost shouted it through the entire hallway!"

"Fair point" Sasha says back.

"You're not to tell anyone about this, Sasha, I could get into a lot of trouble, or worse, have rumours spread about me. It's alright for him, he's The Captain, no one will dare say anything to him apart from maybe Commander Hange and even then they won't do anything." 

"Fine... Can I tell Conn-"

"No! Connie is the last person I want to know, he's a blabber mouth! I know he's basically you're twin brother, Sash, but I'm literally begging you here, please don't tell anyone"

"Fine, but you owe me any sweet treats your come across for the next month for the compensation" Sasha says with a cheeky grin 

"Compensation for what?"

"For getting finger fucked next to where I sleep"

"How did you-" you exclaim genuinely shocked that she took a wild guess and guessed right. 

"I might be 4 years younger than you, Y/N, but I'm not an idiot" she walks towards the door, shoves a piece of bread in her mouth and winks. 

 

You walk out of your bedroom and head towards the training area, it's the second day of the advanced training and after a mostly positive success rate, Commander Hange decided to persevere with the program. 

"Right kiddos" Commander Hange announces, "today we will be working on position 2 of the advanced training. I have roped in our beloved Captain to help with today's demonstration!"

"Crap" you whisper to yourself keeping your eyes averted to the floor. 

Commander Hange briefs the cadets as Levi gets strapped into the training rink. Making his protests known with a "tch" here and there as Commander Hange speaks. 

You were so busy looking at the ground and not paying attention that you didn't notice everyone around you take a step back. 

"Ah, Y/N! Thank you for volunteering to demonstrate with our wonderful Captain!"

"Huh? I did what?" You ask a little confused. 

You then turn around to notice the distance between you and your comrades, you exchange glances with Sasha who proceeds to give you a big thumbs up.

You slowly make your way to Levi and stand awkwardly beside him. 

"Right then! Let's get this show on the road!" Commander Hange shouts excitedly. "Levi, I mean, Captain, I'd like you to get into the stance we discussed briefly at lunch, with your legs shoulder width apart"

"Yeah yeah, I know four eyes, I understood when you told me earlier" Levi scoffs.

"Ahem, it's Commander four eyes to you. You may understand the assignment but the scouts don't. So I'd appreciate it if you'd play along nicely for the sake of education"

"Tch, fine" Levi says as he rolls his eyes. 

You find yourself trying not to smile at the way he acts in front of everyone, knowing full well you had him quivering at the palm of your hand only hours ago. 

"Right, Y/N, I'd like you to approach The Captain and brace yourself to be lifted bridal style. Don't worry, he won't bite!" The Commander says with a hearty laugh, clearly oblivious to the marks on yours and his necks.  

The comment catches Levi off guard and his eyes widen a little but quickly return to normal to avoid anyone noticing his discomfort. 

"You ready, brat?" Levi asks with a slightly warm tone, not warm enough to be noticed by anyone or to raise any suspicions. 

"Yes, Sir!" You say enthusiastically, truth be told you enjoyed your last session of advanced training that much that you've been eager to try the second position. Even though you're a little more excited to be trying out the maneuver with Levi, you'd have been just as thrilled to try this next step with Sasha. 

You prepare yourself to be lifted up by Levi and you begin to feel that all familiar flutter. "Not now" you think to yourself and you feel your cheeks warm up. Levi notices and takes the opportunity to whisk you off your feet, he figured you could do with the distraction of suddenly being in his arms rather than getting more and more rosy at the mere thought of him touching you again after this morning. You grab onto his neck and let out a little squeak, as you're suddenly hoisted off the ground. 

"Perfect!" Commander Hange shrieks, "now, Captain, I want you to gently raise you and Y/N off the ground until you're swinging slightly in the air."

You notice a slight glint in Levi's eye. As you're trying to figure out what it was, he leans towards you and asks "are you ready?" You've barely had a moment to hold on for dear life before you're shooting up in the air with Levi, you want to scream but you also feel exhilarated at the same time. You smile from ear to ear and tighten your grip around Levi's neck. You look into each others eyes and you both feel a pull towards each other but you both suppress it. Levi releases more gas and you jolt up even higher. When he's comfortable that no one can hear you, while still looking straight ahead he speaks.

"You know where my room is, don't you?" 

"Yes" you say while looking ahead.

"Meet me there tonight, that's assuming you still want to see me after this morning?"

You stroke the back of his neck slowly. "Of course I do, Levi".

He shudders at your touch, he wants to kiss you now, he wants to rip your clothes off and show you that he's not just a guy that's a little rough around the edges. 

You look towards him for a brief moment then back again. You crave his touch, you want to feel his body against yours and you want to feel his fingers inside of you again. You let out a small moan and Levi can't help himself but look at you. You're in heaven, literally flying with a man you've longed for the last few days. 

"Okay you two, you can come down now!!" Commander Hange shouts up to you. 

Levi carefully eases you down and places you on your feet. 

"What a performance that was, you two, absolutely breathtaking. The way you zoomed up into the air without a care in the world and held perfect formation the entire time, well done both of you!

"I didn't realise we were a part of a circus" Levi scoffs.

"Oh that's our Captain, always has an amusing statement to make!" Commander Hange comments.

Levi rolls his eyes and lands them on you, you give him a knowing look back, you both linger a little too long and Commander Hange notices. 

You make your way back to your friends, greeted by a high 5 from Connie and an acknowledging nod from Eren. You turn back and look over at Levi, he has his arms crossed as he's being spoken to by Commander Hange. You assume it was feedback about the session, probably scolding him for shooting up quickly to the top of the rink. 

You turn back and follow your friends back to the dining hall. You figure you have time to eat something quickly and hop into the shower before meeting up with Levi.

 

"Captain Levi, a word please"

"What do you want now Hange, you've roped me into one session, I don't plan on doing another one unless absolutely crucial."

"No, it's nothing to do with the session. It's actually something I couldn't help but notice" Hange pushes their glasses back up their nose and sighs. "I couldn't help but notice you seem to be forming a close relationship with Y/N"

Levi freezes and he feels a flutter in his chest. He brushes it to the side and listens to what Hange has to say. 

"Well, for a start, I couldn't help but notice the matching kiss marks you both are wearing, poorly hidden by your uniforms"

"Tch, is that all?"

"No actually, I wanted to approach you first as your Commander and remind you that you're humanitys strongest soldier and you are needed in your best form. I also would like to remind you not to grant Y/N special treatment just because she's you're recent love interest."

Levi wants to bite back, special treatment? He's hardly so much as treated you fairly the last few days. As he's about to open his mouth to fight his corner, Hange raises their hand to signal they've not finished.

"Now I'm here to approach you as your friend. If this is your shot at happiness, I'm prepared to look the other way. You haven't been the same since we lost Erwin, you've been harder on the scouts more so than normal. Ease off a little bit, it's not their fault. I know Erwin meant a lot to you, he was a close friend of yours after all."

Levi cuts Hange off with a gentle pat to the head. 

"Thanks four eyes, I'll try".

 

You exit the shower and put some clean pyjamas on. You pace up and down your room waiting for Sasha to come back so you can let her know where you're going so she doesn't go banging on people's doors looking for you. 

5 minutes later she walks in, pays you no mind and heads to the shower.

"I'm going out" you say nervously, "I probably won't be back until early morning so don't wait up for me."

You hear Sasha chuckle from behind the bathroom door and she pokes her head out. 

"You've showered, put fresh pyjamas on and are pacing up and down, I know exactly what you're off to do." She winks at you and blows you a kiss, "have fun Y/N, I'll be just find with my loaf of bread I may or may not have stolen from the kitchen!" 

You roll your eyes and head out, lights aren't out yet so you have no reason to worry about looking suspicious wandering the corridors at night, but you also don't want to bump into anyone who may start asking questions when you start walking to The Captain's bedroom. 

You reach Levi's room and knock on the door, there's no answer. You go to knock again and the door swings open. Levi pokes his head out of the door and looks both ways, once he's certain the coast is clear, he drags you in by your wrist. He closes the door behind you and locks it. 

He looks at you from behind wet, jet black hair that is slightly covering his glimmering grey eyes that are filled with longing. He looks you up and down as he bites his lower lip, taking every inch of you in. He stops to look at your breasts which he can see through your white t-shirt. He walks over to you and tweaks your nipples through the fabric of your t-shirt, a shiver shoots down your spine and your knees feel weak. You grab onto Levi's shoulder to support yourself. He grabs you and lifts you up and carries you to the bed. 

"I could have made that short distance myself you know" you smile at Levi.

"Tch, quiet, brat" he responds with a smirk, he steals a kiss from your lips "you're in my domain this time so you'll do what I say" 

"Oh is that so, Captain" you purr into his ear 

Levi growls and pins you down on the bed, he kisses you hard on the lips once then turns his attention to your throat. He presses kisses down your throat and along your pulse point.

"Do I remember correctly, that you've been having dreams about about me touching your throat?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" you whisper against his ear. 

"So if I was to do this.." he grabs your throat and squeezes gently "...it wouldn't effect you in any way?" 

You gasp and you instantly feel yourself getting wetter. Instinctively you open your legs and Levi places himself between them. 

He sits you up momentarily, so he can undress you slowly, kissing each inch of skin than becomes on display. He removes your t-shirt and kisses along your collarbones, inching his way down towards your breasts. He takes one into his mouth while he cups the other with his hand, he flicks your perked nipple with his tongue which makes you moan out loud.

He pulls off and groans against your chest. He's well aware of the growing erection between his legs. 

He kisses down to your navel and pulls down your pyjama bottoms. To his surprise you haven't any underwear on. Which makes his next task easier. 

Levi continues to kiss past your navel, down to you pubic bone and past. Your breath hitches as he presses a kiss onto your clit, he flicks his tongue over your clit multiple times, pressing his face in harder and sucking you sensitive nub as you moan and call his name. His groans into your pussy send vibrations right through you. You grab onto his slightly wet hair and grind your hips into his face. He breathes in your scent and he lets out a gutteral moan. He wants you. 

He rises up and and meets your gaze. He places a kiss on your left hand and places his head in your right. He looks nervous, like he wants to take the next step but he's not sure how.

He places himself between your legs and caresses your cheek delicately. He places a kiss on your lips and parts your mouth with his tongue. Sensually, he kisses you for a good few minutes before he pulls away and looks at you again. His eyes look kind and thoughtful. 

"Do you want me to take you?" He asks while brushing your hair back away from your face 

"I.. I've never.."

"Hey, that's okay" Levi whispers gently. "I haven't done it, either" he says quietly 

"What? You've never had sex?"

"I've never had the desire too, being humanitys strongest soldier comes with a lot of stress and up until recently I've never had the drive or time to even consider it.

"I thought you'd had a lot of women in your bedroom over the years. You're irresistible." You say with a faint blush.

"I've been with women, I've even been with men too, but I've never felt strongly enough to commit to sex. I almost did but circumstances change and it wasn't meant to be."

"I see" you say. Levi's honesty catches you off guard, but it opened a fire in your stomach. You want him to take you and you want be the one to take him, but the way he looks right now makes you think he's feeling insecure and it'd surely be wrong to agree to anything right now. 

He looks at you, something shines in his eyes like he wants to say something but he decides against it. 

He looks away, but you grab his chin and pull him into a kiss, it's slow and passionate, he relaxes into you and soaks his past worries away within your lips. You pull him closer so your bodies are flush together, your gasps and moans escaping into the bedroom. 

Levi pulls away and looks into your eyes. 

"I want to, you know, be intimate with you" he says as he places kisses along your jaw.

"Are you sure? You don't have to if you don't want to" you tell him as you push a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes

"I do. I've never felt more like I want to than I do in this moment" he answers truthfully.

"Okay then" you agree "how do you want to go about it"

"Well, how about we start from the begining, start slow" he says as he slowly traces a finger over your bare stomach down towards your damp pussy.

Your breath catches in your throat as the pleasure sores through your lower half. Levi's gentle strokes make you whimper his name.

"L, Levi" you pant, "I, I want to feel you inside of me, Levi!"

He breaks away from your lips to discard of his cotton trousers, the sight of his cock makes your body shudder. You've never craved anything like this in your life. You've never wanted someone deep inside of you as much as you do Levi. 

He positions himself back on his side beside you, he places two fingers carefully inside you, you arch your back and the feeling of his fingers inside you is heavenly. He uses his thumb to rub over the bump of your clit and gathers some of your juices from inside of you making sure you're wet enough for his cock. He shifts his weight so he's on top of you, completely encasing you. Shakily, he lines the tip of his dick with your tight, delicate hole and slowly enters you inch by inch. You wince at the pain, and tense around Levi, immediately he stops with a worried look on his face.

"Does it hurt too much? Do you want me to stop?" He asks while holding your face with his right hand.

"No, carry on, I expected it to hurt, I want this, I want you Levi Ackerman" you say with a single tear escaping your eye, he wipes it away immediately and kisses you where the tear fell. 

After a couple of slow, painful minutes, he's in. He allows you a moment to get used to the feeling of him being inside of you and after a bit, he starts to gently thrust into you, it still hurts a little, but after the first few thrusts, the pain slowly turns into pleasure. You begin to moan again, and Levi relaxes. He gets more confident in himself and he finds himself moaning too at a pleasure completely different to that of a hand job. He kisses you hard, he presses his body against yours and caresses your face as you do to his. This moment for both of you is just pure bliss. Between the pants and breathless whispers between the two of you, anyone would think you were both madly in love with each other and not just fucking on the "first date". 

He thrusts into you, gradually building up a steady pace that makes his name roll off your tongue over and over again. He pulls away from your mouth and adjusts himself so he's kneeling and holding your legs either side of himself. He builds up the pace he starts to fuck you, no more love making, but just raw sex. You reach down and you begin to touch yourself and it brings out an animalistic instinct in him, he grabs your hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it before placing it on your chest. He wants to be the reason for your pleasure, not anyone else, not even you, he wants it to be all him. He uses his thumb to rub your clit in circular motions, keeping up with the speed he thrusts into you. 

"Lev- ah, Lev-i! Don't stop, please don't stop!" You scream, choking up a little bit from how intense the building pressure in your loins is. 

Levi speeds up his thrusts and in turn he speeds up the circular motions on your clit, he's groaning as he gets close to the edge which makes you beg for him to keep going, to not stop, to never stop because it just feels so God damn good. He wants you to both come together. He wants to feel your walls tighten around his thick length, he wants to shoot his seed inside of you. He wants it at the exact same time. He wants your first times to be perfect. 

You get close, so fucking close you can almost taste it, you moan so loud Levi almost has to cover your mouth in case any body walking through the corridor hears. He wants your moans to be for him and him alone. 

"Levi, Levi!" You moan frantically. "I'm gonna.. I'm gonna come, Levi!"

In a last bid if his primal urge, he grasps your throat and squeezes which sends you both over the edge. Your walls tighten around his cock, and in return he comes deep inside of you. 

Levi moans so loud he bites down on his hand to stifle himself, faint murmurs of your name protruding from his lips. 

He buckles under his own weight and falls beside you. Both of you are completely fucked out and staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes and you've both reclaimed your breath. You turn to look at each other and a smile is on both of your faces. Levi plants a kiss on your forehead and cuddles into you. If you'd have been told you'd have lost your virginity to The Captain and in turn take his. You would have laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. To also think that you would have Levi Ackerman, the most serious man you've ever met, cuddled up next to you as you comb your fingers through his hair would have sounded equally as ridiculous. Yet here you are and you can't help but notice how your heart beats a little faster each time he creeps into your mind. 

You excuse yourself to the bathroom to sort yourself out. You take another look at Levi as he's still lying where you left him. Your heart flutters again and you smile. 

You finish up in the bathroom and come back out to see Levi changing his sheets. You wonder why at first until you notice the patch if blood from where you lay. Instantly you feel a little guilty for bloodying his sheets. You wonder whether you should have mentioned the chances of still having your hymen in tact, but it's not like you could have known for sure, especially with the amount of horse riding you do within the scouts, especially when you're on horse back for most missions, some times months on end. 

As if he could tell, Levi gives you a reassuring smile. 

"Don't worry about it" he says, "the sheets needed changing anyway" 

You smile faintly, it did make you feel a bit better knowing they weren't sheets that were fresh on, but you can't help feeling a little embarrassed. Regardless, you walk around the bed and grab the sheet the opposite side to Levi. You help him get the sheet on the bed properly and try your best at tucking the sides in to Levi's standards. You already know he'll re do it when you leave, but you don't really care. 

You sit on the bed and cuddle up to Levi. He strokes your arm with his left hand while his right arm is propping himself up from the pillow. You have a million and one questions you want to ask him but you're worried you'll ruin a perfect night. So you decide to leave them unanswered until tomorrow. 

 

You don't remember falling asleep in Levi's arms, but you did. You check the time via a small clock on Levi's desk and realise it's dangerously close to sunrise. You get dressed quietly and attempt to sneak out. Only with it being your first night sharing a bed with Levi, you don't realise what an incredibly light sleeper he is. 

"Oi, brat" a husky voice comes from the bed "leaving without permission is a punishable offence" 

"My apologies, Sir!" You whisper as you saunter over to Levi. "Is there anything I can do to save myself from such a harsh rule?" You ask playfully.

"I want you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness" he replies curtly.

"Oh so like this?" You walk over to him and pull him to a standing position. You kneel down in front of him, looking up with innocent eyes making sure to keep eye contact the entire time. 

You brush your finger tips up his legs, across his hips until you reach around and grab his ass. "is this what you meant, Captain?" He's hard in seconds and you can't help but to touch. Levi gives you a throaty groan and he grabs a handful of your hair. "Suck it" he demands. You've never done this before either but you figured it can't be that difficult seeming as he's just told you what to do. 

You take his throbbing member in your hand and you point it up, you place kisses from the base of it right down to the tip, Levi watches you intently, moaning each time you look into his eyes from where you're knelt. You put it in your mouth and suck the tip. Another groan. His fist full of hair gets tighter and he starts to bob your head up and down on his cock. You look up again, another moan. You pull off his cock and collect some saliva from under your tongue with your fingers and then replace your fingers with his cock again. You start massaging his ass, not entirely sure what you're doing but you plan on mirroring what he does to you. You spank him at times to catch him off guard. Another moan. He fists your hair and pushes you down on his cock again, you lick at the underside of his shaft while it's in your mouth and he lets out a whimper this time. You separate his cheeks and run rings around his asshole. You check he's okay with it with and he tries to say yes but he groans again instead. With the spit lubricated finger, you slowly and carefully push the finger inside Levi's ass. He stifles a loud moan, and you feel his dick twitch violently in your mouth. You suck faster and finger him faster too. You can see the effects on fingering him with one finger too well and decide to slip in a second. He mewls out loud, panting and muttering your name faintly and he feels as though he's getting close. He grabs your head and with your nod of approval, he fucks your face while you finger fuck his ass. You curve your fingers inside of him, just like he does you. You continue to pump, curve and prod until he's making sounds you've not heard from him before.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Y/N! I'm gonna co- mmmm hah!" You look him in the eye as he comes in your mouth and you immediately swallow, he's panting and trying to muster the strength to say you name one last time, but he can't. He came so hard that he's visibly shaking so you decide to take extra care of him before you slip out of his room. 

You press a kiss on his forehead and tuck him into bed. He doesn't have long left to rest before the day starts but if he can at least get the strength to get his uniform on, he should be okay.

You press several kisses to his temple, nose and lips before you can get away to get back to your own room because he's "so fucking needy" you note to yourself with a big smile.

You take one last look at him and can't help but feel smug "I fucked Captain Levi's brains out." You whisper to yourself and with that you closed the door.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt and the kind words! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. 

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader 

Warning: 18 + (For language, oral (F! Receiving), vaginal sex, alcohol use NSFW

My Masterlist 

Last Night at the Party 

Unknown number: Good Morning. 

You: ...Morning...who is this? 

Unknown number: Santiago Garcia, ya know Frankie's friend. 

Fuuuuucccckkkkk

Santiago Garcia: Quick question...did we fuck last night? 

You groan and fall back into the bed, your hand thrown over your eyes as the sunlight fights to sneak through the crack in the curtains. Your head pounds from the amount of alcohol you consumed the night before. Frankie and his fiancé, not wanting to be apart even one night, had a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. 

You worked in the front office at the tour office. Frankie flew for and had quickly become fast friends. He was funny, sweet, and a wonderful friend. But with Frankie came Santiago Garcia, the man who stalked your dreams. He was handsome as fuck, with salt and pepper curls and deep brown eyes. His arms always straining against the fabric of his t-shirts. The man had an ass that was simply divine. Many a night, you had dreamt of kneading it in your hands as he slammed into you. 

But he never noticed you. Not at least in the way you wanted to be seen. You tried on the days you knew he would be coming by. Wearing tighter clothes or shorter dresses and attempting your best at flirting. The only thing gained by any of this was Frankie's amusement as he slung an arm around your shoulder and told you there were better men than Pope. 

That's another thing, the nickname; Pope. You once asked Frankie about it jokingly. Frankie told you it was because Santi in the army brought people closer to God, and all the women he fucked. You had just about given up all hope, till last night. 

********

The party was in full swing when you arrived—wearing a dark blue halter dress that stopped just above your knees, converse, and a black leather jacket. Frankie and his fiancee greeted you with a hug and gave you the rundown of the land. It was casual. They had rented out a private space in the local brewery. You could order anything on the menu and open bar. Thank fuck for that as you watched Santiago flirt with some redhead at the bar. 

You walk down to the opposite end, sit down, motion for the bartender, and ask for an IPA. You try everything in your power to keep from looking over at him, but your eyes stray without your knowledge. Gazing around at the way the denim hugs him in all the right places, the top buttons on his shirt opened up to see the sun-kissed skin peeking through. It's almost magnetic the way his eyes drift up to meet yours across the sea of strangers. You see him smile and turn back to his partner before he grabs his beer and heads over to you. 

"Is this seat taken?" his deep baritone snaps you out of your head, and you look at him, nodding. "You're the girl who works in Frankie's office, right? The secretary?" 

"Yep, that's me, the secretary," you take a deep drink from your beer and try to keep the passive aggression out of your tone, turning snarky instead. "And you're that guy who comes and talks to Frankie and interrupts my office with idle chit chat." 

He looks a little taken aback, but he brushes it off, grinning, "I never knew you had this much fire in you. What's your name?" 

You roll your eyes, "I have told you my name on four separate occasions, and now you want to know it again? Why don't you guess?" 

"Okay," he smiles, taking a drink, "how about ginger?" 

"I think your thinking about your friend on the other side of the bar," you laugh and gesture for another drink. 

"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath, going through a plethora of names, none of which is your own. You've finished two beers before he actually guessed your first name correct—each name sinking the knife deeper and deeper into your chest. 

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner," you sarcastically chime, and he smiles, a real genuine broad smile. Fuck him and his perfect smile. "With how many names you had to guess, I'm actually delighted you never noticed me. I'd probably have an STD." He spits out the drink in his mouth, coughing and patting his chest with his fist. 

He laughs, looking at you wide-eyed, "I do not have any fucking diseases. I get tested regularly." 

"When was the last time?" you can tell he's thinking back. 

"Tuesday," he says triumphantly, "and I haven't fucked anyone since then so." He takes another sip of his drink, grinning at you over the glass. 

"So if I wanted to fuck you, it would have to be tonight?" You casually sip your drink, staring at him, bold from the alcohol flowing through your system. 

He sputters and coughs again, choking on his drink. "Are you trying to kill me?" he puts a hand to his forehead and looks at you. "Are you serious?" 

"I want you to fuck me Santiago," you take his hand down the rest of your drink and pull him towards the back of the brewery. Your eyes connect with Frankie, and you give him a wink pulling a shit-eating grinning Santi behind you. He walks past you and pulls you into the cold night air of the alley. 

It was dark and deserted; the country music blaring from inside echoed off the exterior's red brick wall. For an alley, it was relatively clean. The sidewalk to the public wasn't visible from around the dumpsters. Not the most romantic spot, but when Santiago latched his lips onto the soft skin below your ear. The spicy scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses. 

"Does that feel good?" he whispers huskily in your ear, nipping the lobe lightly. The moan you release has him smiling against your skin, "that's a yes," he chuckles. 

"Stop teasing me," you whine as he gropes your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He pulls away from your neck and tilts your chin up to look at him. 

"Do you want this?" he whispers, a ghost of his lips on your lips. 

You don't answer, only lunging forward and recapturing his lips in a moan. He uses the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth. You fight in a battle for dominance that he eventually wins. His hands moving beneath the shell of your leather jacket and running over the smooth skin of your exposed back. 

He takes his time moving down to your cheek, your neck, and then sucking hard into the skin of your collarbone. You are sure to have bruises tomorrow, but at this point, you don't fucking care. His hands move further down and cup your ass before moving under your dress, sliding your panties down slowly, he unlatches from your sensitive skin. Dropping to his knees and groaning, pulling down your panties over your converse before pocketing them. 

He throws your dress over his head and dives into your folds, his tongue working against your throbbing clit. You grab the side of the dumpster as you feel the scuffle from his face, scratch against your thighs, as he rocks his tongue back and forth over you. "Fuck," you moan as you feel him slip one thick finger slide into your pussy. Your head drops back, hitting the brick wall. He chuckles, and the vibrations draw another deep moan from inside as you pant. 

The sound of the backdoor of the brewery opening snaps your head to the side. Your bottom half is covered from the dumpster, and you frantically hit Santi on the head. Still, he doesn't stop, instead adding a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Frankie's signature cap pops out into the alley, and he turns to look at you. You try your best to smile and bite down hard on your tongue, almost drawing blood as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

"Hey! We're about to do speeches, and Santi's my best man. Have you seen him?" 

"N-n-no," you stutter, and Santi reaches a hand on your ass to push you even further into his mouth. "We came out here to talk, but he left like five minutes ago? Maybe he went out f-f-front." 

Frankie looks at you, questioningly, "Are you okay? You're acting kind of strange." 

You yelp, throwing a hand down on top of the dumpster with a laugh, "I am just fantastic, you know, if I see Santiago, I will be sure to tell him he's needed." 

"Okay, thanks," he throws out a wave going back inside with a click of the door. 

"Such a good girl," Santi chuckles from beneath your dress, and you feel yourself cum all over his tongue gushing around him as he adds a third finger pulsing inside you. 

You bite down hard on your lip, and he keeps licking and fucking you with his mouth. His nickname making more and more sense as you literally feel closer to God. You dig your fingers into his curls and pull his mouth away. Dragging him up to kiss you again, you taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you even wetter. 

He steps back and unbuttons his jeans pulling out his cock. He's thick and rigged, the tip spewing pre-cum. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom making you giggle. "Hey, every good soldier comes prepared," he laughs, pulling it on. 

He pushes you back further into the brick, bringing your legs up around his waist and bunching your dress up. He lines himself up, and you look into his eyes, stifling a scream as he slams into you. You've never felt so full in your entire life, clenching around him as he starts to slowly rock into you. 

You converse crossed against his back as he kisses you again slowly and passionately. Not the quick fuck you thought he would give you. For the location and the time, it was strangely intimate. "Are you okay?" you pants against your neck. 

"Yes," you gasp as he hits inside you just right, "just, please don't stop." He pulls away from your neck and kisses you again, licking into your mouth. 

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna treat you right." He picks up the place and reaches down between you to your sensitive clit rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 

"Oh fuck, right there, Pope," you moan, and he picks up the pace. The brick digging into your back as he furiously fucks into you. Your orgasm slams into you without warning, and you tug on his curls, throwing your head back as you stile a scream. 

"Yes, cum for me," he praises you through a second orgasm. Three more thrusts and he's cumming, biting down on your exposed shoulder as he groans. You both come down from your high, and he pulls away, smiling at you. You laugh at his mused hair, lipstick smeared across his face, he looks freshly fucked, and you feel a sense of pride knowing you did that to him. 

The awkward, you've just fucked a mutual acquaintance in an alley moment comes faster than you anticipate. He pulls out and ties off the condom throwing it in the dumpster and pulling up his jeans, relatching them. You straighten your appearance the best you can. Running your fingers through your mused hair. You search the alley floor for your panties hoping to throw them away or better burn them when you hear a whistle. 

Santi is standing before the back door holding your panties on the crook of his finger and smiling. "I have to go back and give my speech, but after… I would really love to buy you a drink. Maybe we can go back to my place for another couple of rounds?" 

You bite your lip, nodding, and he smiles, pocketing your panties and going inside. The door latches, and you sigh, closing your eyes and trying not to freak out. The door slams open; you jump as Santi runs back out and closes the distance kissing you again. The kind of kiss you feel down to the tips of your toes. He places his forehead against yours. "I really want to see you again, don't run away, okay?" he whispers before kissing you again and running back inside. 

**********************

You look at the text message again. The perfect night of passion with Santiago, and he doesn't even remember if you...The phone chimes again. 

Santiago Garcia: I'm a moron. I don't know why I said that. I know that we did. It was one of the most incredible moments of my life. 

You: Then what the fuck, Santiago?

Santiago Garcia: I want to take you to breakfast, on a date. It's the least you could do after bailing on me last night. 

You: Well, I'm not sure I want to. 

Santiago Garcia: Well, that makes this awkward. 

You: What? 

Knock Knock 

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lycoris radiata

↳ pro-hero bakugou x pro-hero reader

summary: The myth around red spider lilies, lycoris radiata, is that, when you see someone you may never meet again, these flowers will bloom along the path. Thus, when Y/n and Katsuki depart on the morning of their 6th wedding anniversary to walk to their respective agencies and spider lilies bloom along the path Bakugou is walking on, Y/n gets an uneasy feeling, unaware that the legend surrounding these flowers may have a germ of truth to them after all.

w.count: 2k

content warning: angst, major character death, which leads to reader committing suicide, afterlife happy ending

“Okay, hey-“, you grinned and pulled him back one last time to peck his lips, “-don’t forget our rendezvous tonight, yeah?”, to which Bakugou only rolled his eyes – in a playful way though as he immediately pressed a soft kiss onto your mouth once more, not caring that you two stood in the middle of the streets.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”, and with that, you finally let your husband go, though as he walked away from you, you couldn’t help but witness red spider lilies blooming along the pathway, hence you yelled after him, “Babe? Be careful, okay?”

“Ha?”, when he turned around and you pointed to the flowers, Katsuki only laughed and gestured a ‘whatever’ and saying a “Don’t be so superstitious, Y/n. It’s just a myth!”

Even though you both chuckled as he turned around and walked away for real this time, you still felt a slight uneasy feeling in your stomach, though you simply thought it was because you were excited to celebrate your 6th wedding anniversary with your husband.

--

“KATSUKI!”

You screamed as if you were the one being impaled, your knees were shaking, feeling like the ground was opening up underneath your feet and you fell into a dark, black hole any second.

Coughing up blood, he was hanging on the villain’s arm which was weirdly transformed to look like a lance – Bakugou hadn’t seen it coming, if he would have, he…

“Pathetic.”, the villain almost spit into his face before dropping him onto the pavement like some sort of trash, only to jump back immediately when other heroes already attacked him again.

You were rushing to your husband’s side who was coughing up more and more blood while squirming in pain, his “Y- Y/- Y/n…” being interrupted by his coughs, though you were already dropping to your knees to hold him.

“It’s okay, Baby, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay! Don’t worry, everything will be okay!”, you cried and sobbed, tears already streaming down your face while pressing him against your side and one hand against his wound where the villain impaled him.

Bakugou knew though. It’s why he was clawing at your hand so much, both of them soaked with his blood that just wouldn’t stop – he knew he wasn’t going to be okay. As he almost couldn’t speak anymore, because his lungs filled with more and more blood, he still grasped your hands as tightly as he could, smearing his own blood all over your arm in an attempt to stay.

“Y/n-“, gasping for breath, he was almost completely over the bridge as his tight grip slowly softened.

“I love you, Baby. I love you so much! Katsuki please, don’t go!”, not being able to suppress your desperate sobs, you barely choked out a “Please.” again as his grip loosened more and more around your own hand.

“I … love… y..o…u…”, were his last words, a single tear trickling down his cheek as his ruby eyes lost that sparkle you fell in love with the very first time you looked into them.  

“Katsu… No….Kat… Nononono please! PLEASE!”, literally begging him to not go, you hugged his bloody, heavy body so close against your chest while you cried, not caring about the explosions from further back into the streets as other heroes still fought against the villains, while rescue heroes only gradually managed to get through the wrecked buildings.

You shouldn’t even be here. Bakugou and you had been in two different agencies, it only should have been a calm day at your respective work places, wanting to be done quickly so you could enjoy your wedding anniversary tonight, but then, all available heroes were called up when the villain went on a rampage.

How…? How did it turn out like that? A harmless villain turned out to be so strong? How… could have anyone guess that? How could have anyone seen that coming?

So, it was true. Walking along a path where red spider lilies bloomed meant you wouldn’t see each other again…

Rescue heroes tried to calm you down and get you to let go of Katsuki’s lifeless body, but you just yelled at them, your voice high-pitched and so full of pain, and cried and held him tighter, not caring that you were full of his blood as you still couldn’t process that this wasn’t a dream, but it was reality… Harsh reality.

Your husband was dead.

And with that, your soul and heart shattered into million little pieces, unable to be whole ever again.

-------6 weeks later--------

You sat in front of Katsuki’s grave.

It was a cold spring night, though to be honest, you hadn’t been warm in the last weeks ever since that accident – the coldness you felt was never going to leave ever again.

Your fingers were softly playing your guitar. Making music had always brought peace to your husband’s mind, whenever he felt angry, frustrated, anxious or any other negative feeling, he would flop beside you and make you play the guitar for him. It calmed him and sometimes, you would both sing crookedly to get him back into a better mood – very fond memories indeed.

Tears were blurring your vision, even though you shouldn’t have been able to cry anymore with how many tears you had shed in the last weeks, but it still felt surreal. Knowing he was never going to come back again – never.

Slowly, your fingers stopped as you stared onto his gravestone. There were red spider lilies planted around – how ironic. Though they weren’t blooming as it was now spring.

Was is really just superstition? Or should you have been warned that day? That uneasy feeling you had felt - it wasn’t excitement, it was a sense of foreboding, and you had ignored it…

Putting your guitar, that had stickers with his hero name and your own, as well as stupid little things like a dick doodle on it, to the side, you sighed and rubbed your red, swollen eyes. You did have this guitar since your middle school days after all. And you remembered when all these things happened oh so vividly. Still hearing the giggle and laughter of your, back then in high school, boyfriend, while you yelled at him for being an idiot. Being angry over a dick doodle seemed so petty now.

Taking your permanent marker, you opened the cap with your teeth, before leaning in and doodling a broken heart onto the surface with the date of your husband’s dying day on it. Spitting out the lid of the marker, you put the pen onto your guitar, before staring back at Bakugou’s grave.

“Please tell me.. Who should be my soulmate now? Who will hold my hand while I drive? Who will hold me when I can’t sleep at night? There is nobody like you out there, Baby…. so please tell me…”, you were crying again as you sobbed and rubbed over your face, “Tell me, who could possibly take your place? My first and last love. I won’t be able to do anything without you…”

Your heart was hurting so much, you couldn’t take it. You knew he was irreplaceable, there was no one out there that could ever give you what he gave you all those past years.

Bakugou was sitting beside you, though you didn’t know – of course you didn’t, was he a mere spirit now, never leaving your side as his translucent hand touched your own.

“Please, you need to go on. Don’t do it…”, tears were in the corner of his eyes, wishing he could talk to you, wishing you could hear his desperate attempts to keep you from committing suicide. Katsuki loved you, he wanted to be with you, but he couldn’t be selfish anymore – you couldn’t throw everything away just because of him.

Though, as he was a mere ghost sitting beside you, he couldn’t do anything but watch.

With a shaking hand you then reached for the gun you had purchased today on the black market – to think, at last, you were doing illegal stuff even though you were a hero – before coming here and sitting in front of his grave for hours. You couldn’t possibly be alive without him beside you. It just hurt too much. You didn’t care about anything, you had no one besides him. Katsuki was your everything and all you wanted to do was finally meet him again.

Sobbing quietly, you then held the end of the gun against your temple, your e/c still staring at his gravestone, before you whispered one last time, “I want to meet you again. Please. I miss you so much.”

“I promise, I’ll be there.”, Katsuki whispered.

For the first time in weeks, there was warmth surrounding your heart and with a smile you barely mumbled “I know you’re waiting for me.”

And then, a loud bang echoed through the silent night and the cemetery, cherry blossom petals, that were in full bloom now, swaying in the wind and slowly falling down and onto your lifeless body.

-

“Y/n…Y/n…”, the familiar voice made you gradually open your eyes – above you, it was an ocean of pink and white cherry blossoms. But then, as you looked further back, you saw directly into Katsuki’s face, his smile making you feel so warm and fuzzy instantly. It was in that moment you realized your head was resting in his lap.

“Katsu…”

“You should have lived a long, happy life…”, his voice was so soothing and calm as he combed through your hair, though you just shook your head, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“I was already dead inside the moment you were gone.”, and then, you finally sat back up to connect your lips, Bakugou immediately slinging his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer as you both fell back into a pile of cherry blossoms.

“I love you. I love you so much. And now we’re together again.”, you whispered against his lips, lacing your fingers together and Katsuki squeezing your hand tightly, the sparkle in his ruby eyes back as tears shimmered in them as well.

“And we will never be apart again.”, he barely mumbled back, before you hugged each other tightly as your lips melted together tenderly.

--

Katsuki and you were sitting on the gravestone together, it was the day your lifeless body joined Katsuki’s in the shared grave. Watching your family and Katsuki’s once more crying so much, it really did break your heart.

“I wish they wouldn’t have to go through that again.”, he said and sighed, though also squeezing your hand tightly.

“Mh… But it was inevitable… I know they know that, too…”, since you and Mitsuki were quite close, she, of course, knew how badly Katsuki’s death affected you, even though she tried to help, the moment you were alone, you knew you couldn’t take the loss of someone so precious to you.

“Y/n… I know your pain was immense… I just hope you are both happy now wherever you are…”, Mitsuki quietly cried as she stood in front of the grave with your coffin in it, joining Katsuki’s, Masaru holding her close by his side, both of them a red spider lily in their hands that weren’t blooming.

Looking at each other for a moment, you both stood up from the gravestone and walked towards his parents, softly touching the flower, making them bloom in their hands.

“Let’s go. We are free now. Let’s see the world - together.”, Bakugou smiled and you chuckled and nodded, “Yeah.”, only to pull him closer and softly kiss him and whisper, “Together forever.”, which earned you Katsuki’s soft giggle and him pulling you closer to connect your lips once more.

Mitsuki and Masaru were both completely astonished when the red spider lilies in their hands started blooming, as if it was your answer to their question if you were both happy now, making Katsuki’s Mom smile and cry a little harder.

Though, once she looked ahead, she thought it was probably because she was sleep-deprived and in so much emotional pain, but… she saw you and Katsuki holding onto and smiling at each other. His mind must be playing tricks on her and yet, it was bittersweet to witness you two like that…

“They are happy…”, she wiped away her tears and with a smile on her lips, Mitsuki threw the blooming spider lilies into the grave eventually, knowing that her son and son-in-law were now happily dancing in the cherry blossom trees.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: ya boy literally chickened out the last minute and made it a somewhat happy ending instead of leaving it sad… idk i kind of just want them to find their happiness again in their afterlives 💌 my first idea was to make Y/n sing his heart out on like a roof and then jump, then I wanted him to sing his heart out in front of katsu’s grave and in the end, we just have some soft guitar play and a gun… but while I listen to the song I had playing on repeat while writing this, I still imagine Y/n singing loudly for his Baby and grieving terribly 💔

[hyunjilicious]

the premiere [chris evans]

A/n: This was requested and it took me TWO AGES to write, so I’m sorry. The anon mentioned I should make it as smutty as possible, but I thought that since this is my first ever Chris Evans fic, I shouldn’t go too far..? I still hope you’ll like it, and if you do, please don’t hesitate to tell me!! It makes my day!!

Summary: You and Chris are friends with benefits. When he takes you the premiere of his latest movie, a series of events leads to a meet-up in the bathroom, where things get heated. (SMUT) 4.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk with a hint of degradation (Chris is a liiiiiittle bit of an asshole but he makes up for it, I promise), daddy kink, choking + breath play and if you squint there is also some size kink there!

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The amount of nervous sweat that had pooled inside your pores was threatening to pass the threshold of common sense. Tens of cameras and hundreds of eyes pointed at you, the uncomfortable high heels you regretted wearing and the amount of Hollywood A-listers around you, were all getting too much for you to bear.

Initially, Chris remained glued to your side; never allowing even the tiniest bit of space to be put between your bodies, but now things have changed.

You missed his presence by your side as it was literally your safe net, especially in situations like these. That was why every time you felt a conversation with some random attendee had run its course, your eyes would instantly search for Chris. Just knowing he was in the same room, calmed you down. 

Afraid not to seem too clingy, you did your best to stay away from him. But that only proved to be more difficult as more and more minutes passed. He always had a devious grin plastered on his lips whenever you looked at him from the other side of the room.

At one point, alone and away from any group of people that were only looking to make small talk, you retreated into a corner, and took out your phone. Among the tens of notifications on your lock screen, there was also a text from Chris, which arrived about 2 minutes prior. It only read an "😏" next to the name you saved him under, 'Daddy x'

Unable but also unwilling to hide your blush, you raised your gaze and found him, along 3 of his friends about 10 meters to the side. The group seemed to be in the middle of a ravenous conversation, everyone frantically gesticulating. Everyone but Chris. His eyes were trained on you, and remained like that as he took a sip of his whiskey. He watched you over the rim of the glass, and then proceeded to lick his lips suggestively.

You knew what that meant, and before your mind even got a chance to process it, your core already started to ache in anticipation. Busying yourself around the venue, you did your best to make the night pass faster. You wanted to get home, you knew Chris wanted you and that was not a mood of his you ever wanted to miss.

Things seemed to be going well until you found yourself at the bar, ordering another cocktail. As you waited for the employee to prepare your drink, you felt a strong hand caress your side, before shamelessly slapping your ass. You jumped, surprised and offended, only to see Chris as he walked away.

At this point, watching his muscles flex under the navy blue suit he wore, you were basically dripping.

When the announcement was made for everyone to take their seats as the movie was set to begin in a couple of minutes, you breathed out relieved, happy you'd finally be able to spend two hours in his presence without anyone asking any questions. 

Or that was what you thought. When you took your seat, you couldn't have been more disappointed to see Chris was nowhere around. After contemplating how bad of an idea it would be to call and ask, your phone buzzed in your hand.

"3b exit. 2nd door on your left. Now"

As you read the text, you couldn't fight the urge to rub your thighs together. But it didn't help. At all. You knew what was waiting for you so your pathetic attempt to alleviate the pain between your legs proved to be entirely in vain.

When you stood up, the lights went down and the movie started.

Slowly making your way down the hallway, you could already feel your heart beating out of your chest. When you reached the door he mentioned in his text, you saw that it was supposed to lead to a bathroom. A small pang of disappointment enveloped you, as you wished you were actually going to meet him outside and head home. Still, you took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The light inside was a heavy shade of red, making the anyway overly exotic bathroom look downright erotic. You took another deep breath and looked to the side, your eyes landing on Chris’s frame.

He was standing in front of the mirror, his suit jacket missing from his shoulders. He had his sleeves rolled up, his shirt still neatly tucked into his pants. A sight for sore eyes, you thought to yourself as your eyes traveled down his frame.

Chris raised his head, his gloomy gaze meeting yours through the reflection in the mirror. 

"Hey" you smiled, only now closing the door behind you.

In a matter of seconds, he turned around with a devious grin on his lips. "Glad you listened to me, doll. I was afraid you wouldn't" he said, taking hurried menacing steps in your direction. 

"Why?" you giggled.

His grin only widened at your cluelessness, but only until he reached you. Chris didn't waste any time before grabbing your cheeks into his massive hands and slamming your back into the door before he kissed you.

The air was punched out of your lungs. His lips effortlessly engulfed yours as he pushed himself against you, consuming you.

Eventually, he went on to kiss along your jawline, traveling down your neck as he spoke greedily against your skin, "Teased me all fucking night long, baby"

"I didn't do anything" you breathed out, melting under his touch.

In that moment, you knew he was serious as his hands trapped your waist, his fingers burning through the material of your dress, "Don't play dumb, angel, we both know where you stand"

"Chris-" you whined, holding onto his shoulders for support as you arched your back, your breasts rubbing against his rock hard chest.

He hummed, as a signal for you to say what was on your mind.

"Come on-" you panted, enjoying the way the pain of his teeth sinking into your skin turned into pleasure. "Let's go"

To that, he stopped. Chris pulled away from you with a look of pure confusion in his eyes, "Go where, Y/n?"

"Home..? To your apar-"

"Oh" he chuckled, eyes dark as devious new ideas popped into his mind, thoughts materialising, "You're not going anywhere until I fuck the slut of you"

His words, although crude and delivered in a malicious tone, fueled your senses and made your core buzz. "Hell no" you said, against your gut, "I'm not-"

"You know how things work" he shook his head, forcibly grabbing your forearm and pulling you until you were facing the mirror. "Don't turn all good girl on me right now"

As if you weren't already shamelessly riled up, the reflection in the mirror seriously did the job. You watched your frame, delicately wrapped in the almost see-through material of your dress, and then your eyes slipped to the side, where Chris was towering over you. Shoulders significantly broader and almost a head taller than you, his presence forced your heart into overdrive.

He looked down at you, bringing his left hand up to wrap his fingers around your neck. Instinctively, you allowed a soft moan to escape your lips as you fell back against his stone solid chest. 

"Look how gorgeous you are" Chris grinned, rubbing his thumb up and down your jugular, "And I trained you so fucking well, don't disappoint me"

Heaving, you arched your back, unconsciously rubbing your ass against his already rock hard cock. "I didn't- I didn't lock the door. What- what if someone comes in?"

"Then they're gonna see me fucking my girl. So what? Isn't that why we're together? I have a slut to fuck whenever I feel like it and you, like the whore you are, actually fucking love it?"

"Shit-" you gasped, feeling his grip tighten around your neck as he spoke.

"Isn't it? Am I wrong?"

You fervently nodded your head, and as you gasped for air once again, he released you.

"I didn't hear that?" Chris taunted, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Fuck, of course" you said, your own words worsening the pain between your legs. "Yes, you're right"

"Now you're not just saying that, are you, angel?"

"No!" you said, with a kind of eagerness you didn't know you owned. Turning around in his hold, you placed your hands on his chest before looking up into his darkened eyes, "You know I'm all in, I'm sorry. You know I always do what you tell me, Daddy, I don't know what's gotten into me"

"That's what I wanted to hear, pet" Chris said, roughly rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, "Now turn around and open that pretty mouth for me, princess, hm?"

Obediently this time, you spun around to face the mirror and parted your lips, eagerly awaiting his next move.

After enjoying the view for a few brief seconds, Chris sunk his right hand into the pocket of his trousers, fishing out his phone. Your heart rate picked up as his left hand returned around your neck, this time only teasing its way up to your lips. He shoved two fingers into your mouth and your muscle memory kicked in as you instantly started to suck on them.

"Oh my god!" Chris exclaimed. You felt him move around a bit, his cock pressing into your ass, "You're fuck toy material, you know that?"

With his fingers still knuckles deep inside your mouth, you nodded, eyes trained on his reflection.

"Now open wide, you little slut. Poke that tongue out for Daddy" he commanded, and then forced his fingers deeper, reaching the back of your throat.

You coughed softly, your gag reflex threatening to kick in. But he kept going, "Choke on my fingers, angel. Come on, I wanna see a sweet little tear."

A low moaning sound escaped your throat, followed by another cough which signaled your air supply was running low.

"A little more, pet. I know you can do it, show me what I want to see"

But it was him who pushed your limits once again. Chris pushed his fingers down harder against your tongue, triggering another cough. This one was rougher however, as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, while you struggled to catch your breath even after he pulled his fingers away.

The pressure between your legs kept increasing, becoming almost unbearable when you felt his hand against your side, soothingly rubbing your waist.

In just about a few seconds, you came back to your senses and immediately turned around, eyes desperately searching for Chris's.

"That's my good girl" he smiled proudly, looking down at you in awe.

You nodded obediently, rubbing your thighs together.

"Wanna see how hot you are, angel?" he grinned, unlocking his phone and opening up the gallery. The ease with which he scrolled down through the app and typed in the password to his secret album, proved just how often he accessed your pictures. It made you beam.

Once the shots he just took popped up on the screen, your mouth watered. You didn't even look at yourself, just him - admired his immense frame, the proud smirk on his lips and the pure lust in his eyes.

"You’re such a good slut, baby" he spoke against your temple, "You love listening to me, don't you? Having no say whatsoever, no control over what's gonna happen to this sweet body of yours. Being at my mercy? I told you you don't get to breathe right now, you didn't even fight, darling. You're just too eager to please me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy" you nodded, his grave tone of voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Good, good" Chris sighed.

Then, effortlessly and in one swift motion, he spun you around, to face the mirror again. Placing his big hand on your upper back, between your shoulder blades, he forced you down, bending your body over the sink.

With his foot, Chris forced your ankles apart. The sound of his belt buckle being undone made all the hairs on your body stand up, but the zipper was the last drop, forcing a sweet moan to escape your lips.

"Be patient, baby" he spoke, pulling your dress up, over your hips. Curling two fingers around the waistband of your panties, he pulled them down your legs, until they fell around your ankles.

Now, being completely exposed in front of him, you couldn't take it anymore. "Come on, please, I need you"

"I know you do, darling" Chris said with a sweet but still condescending tone, "but I'm not done yet"

It was clear what he meant when you heard the camera of his phone click again. The sound made your walls clench. All your buttons had been pushed, you couldn't wait anymore.

"Please" you whined, wiggling your body to get his attention.

A few seconds of silence followed, and then he threw his phone on the edge of the sink, mere inches away from your face.

His right hand connected to your ass, his fingers sinking into your skin until you couldn't feel the pressure anymore, just a stinging sensation. Nibbling on your lower lip, you tried your best to be good, and you succeeded, at first. When the first slap was delivered however, you couldn't help yourself.

Whimpering, you enjoyed the feeling of pain as it dissipated and turned into pleasure. Chris kept going, decorating your cheeks with countless red hand marks, each more painful than the other.

"You good, baby?" he asked, caressing the inflamed skin of your ass, "Does it hurt?"

You nodded yes.

"Good, angel, it has to. Can you take more?"

"Y-yes"

And that, that was your wrong doing. What followed turned out to be much more than you ever thought you could handle. He showed no mercy or remorse as you whined and struggled, your legs shaking uncontrollably. It was unclear why he stopped when he did, but you were grateful.

"You’re fucking dripping down your thighs" Chris said, moving his hand between your legs, "I wanna see how far I can push you, how long I can keep going until I break you, doll."

You remained silent, fighting the urge to tell him to do it. 

"But I won't, not tonight. Wish we were home, I don't want us to make the headlines for something like this"

"Fuck.." you chuckled, "God, no"

"Of course I won't anything like that happen" Chris assured you. 

A wave of warmth and safety threatened to overcome you as you took in his words, but then, less than 10 seconds later, you felt a nudge against your opening. Your mouth instantly watered as he pushed himself in, his massive cock forcing your walls to spread beyond what you considered comfortable.

He filled you up in an instant, slamming himself balls deep into your pussy. The feeling was earth shattering, just like his heavy breathing. You knew he was in 7th heaven, and you absolutely adored being the source of his pleasure.

At first he didn't move, proceeding to rub your hips and reddened ass, while allowing your pussy to adjust to his size. You felt yourself pulse around his member, every indentation and vein amplifying the sensation.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I think you were made for me. Don't think there's any other pussy in this world that can take my cock like you do"

"Maybe I was" you teased as you rolled your hips back and forth, creating a minimal amount of friction.

Chris grunted, "Fuck-"

He grabbed your hips with force, suddenly his patience dissipating into thin air. It took you aback - the way he controlled your body. Chris picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you without holding back. The momentul had your body rocking back and forth, your hair falling over your face as you didn't have the energy to even keep your head up anymore.

"Fuck yourself with my cock" Chris commanded, letting go of your hips.

He slapped your thighs one more time, as your cue to start, and then gathered his hands behind his back.

That wasn't what you wanted. You loved it when he did all the work and you had no effort to make, and just allow yourself to enjoy the moment. 

Barely managing to maintain your balance on your wobbly feet, you started grinding, slowly moving back and forth against his cock. You were doing a pathetic job and he was quick to object.

"Come on, Y/n-" he scoffed, slapping your ass with anger, "Ride my cock like you fucking mean it. Milk my cock like the slut you are"

His words went straight to your core, accentuating your arousal.

"Oh, oh!" Chris laughed, slapping your ass again, "Did your cunt seriously just clench around me?"

"Holy- urgh maybe" you grunted.

"Make me cum" he commanded.

This time, you didn't hold back.

White knuckling the edge of the sink, you found leverage and balance, now allowing you to move with ease. Slowly at first, but picking up your pace by the second, you rocked your body against his cock, your determination noticeable in the vigor of your movements.

And it was obvious that this time you were doing it right. So on point that Chris's heavy breathing and low grunts echoed above the redundant sound of your skin slapping into his. Catching a glimpse of his expression on the mirror, was proof that he was drowning in pure fucking pleasure. The ecstasy and awe was readable on his features.

And you kept going. Blocking out all sounds and surroundings, until a harsh buzz broke your concentration.

Looking down, next to your right hand, you saw Chris's phone ringing.

"Who- who the fuck is Elle N.?" you panted.

But he didn't care. It was as if your words never even reached him.

"Chris!?" you called again, this time stopping.

"What are you-" he began asking, but stopped when you shoved the phone into his hands.

"Who is that?" you asked.

"Publicist, who gives a-"

"Chris-" you said, "And I mean this with absolute seriousness, if TMZ bursts into the bathroom, cameras pointed at us, you're fucking done with me. It's all fun and games, until we show up on national TV"

He rolled his eyes, pure annoyance shining through his eyes. "What?" he yelled into the phone after accepting the call.

As he listened to the person on the other end of the line, his hand roamed over the curve of your ass, his fingers purposely applying pressure to the most inflamed areas.

You bit your lips in order to not make any sounds, but eventually started rolling your hips, determined to give him a piece of his own medicine. 

Chris closed his eyes, and threw his head back, murmuring something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out. About 20 seconds later, he ended the call with a harsh, "Bite me"

"The fuck was that?" you asked.

"You have about 3 minutes to make me cum, otherwise you're in big fucking trouble"

"What?"

He nodded his head, somehow looking amused, "And you'll also end up on national TV"

"Jesus Christ-" you scoffed, determined to pull away and leave.

"Oh fuck no" he stopped you, slamming you back down. "I came here to fuck you, you best believe I'm gonna do it. Work that magic cunt and drain my balls now, Y/n"

"Chris-" you wanted to protest.

"None of that, you hear me?" he growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you up, "Your time is running low. You've never fucking seen me actually angry. If we get to that, you're gonna regret it. Now, be a good little whore, and make me cum"

For the first time, you actually felt a surge of fear course through your body. "Ok" you muttered.

When he released you, you leaned back down, resumed your previous position, and started pumping yourself into his cock again. For you, it was doing the trick. The angle and the fear of getting caught fueled your senses, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

But for Chris, it didn't seem to be enough. As only a few seconds passed before he took control, framing your hips into his hands and handling your body to fit his needs. His pace was much more aggressive than what you had been doing, but it was also much more effective.

It was all a haze. Chris managed to send you falling down an endless spiral of pleasure, everything around you turning to blur. Your ears buzzed and your body was out of your control, muscles spasming unreasonably as you allowed yourself to get drunk with ecstasy.

When Chris finished too, mere seconds later, you thought you couldn't ever feel any better. He was quick to pull out, and move to the side to clean himself, but not before giving your ass a rewarding slap.

"Gotta go now," he said, fixing himself up.

You were still out of it, catching your breath as his cum dripped out of your pussy. "Yeah, I know, go"

As he did his belt, Chris involuntarily did a double take, "I'm sorry-" he said, his demeanor now unusually soft. "I wish I didn't have to-"

"It's fine-" you giggled, your voice low and breathy, "I'm still not 100% back, but I know you have to go, don't worry"

"Are you sure?" he asked, walking over to you and tilting your chin up, "I kinda feel like an asshole"

"I mean it" you said with a smile, "Plus, this is how we usually do it anyway, so it's nothing new. I don't know why you're so worried all of a sudden"

"Damn.. I really am an asshole.."

"Chris!"

"OK, I'll go" he said, advancing towards the door, "But I'll call you later, ok? I wanna talk to you about something"

"Yes, call me whenever you want. Now go"

"Bye" Chris spoke hurriedly as he rushed out, closing the door behind him.

Confusion seeped through your veins as you were left alone in the room. You studied your reflection in the mirror, and although looking disheveled with your hair a mess, you really did feel pretty. There was life on your features and it wasn't from the expensive makeup you had on.

But all that came in perfect contrast with how you were actually feeling. You felt alone, clingy, in need of cuddles from a person who has never actually given you any. It shook you, how this time, you felt entirely different from how you usually feel after your hookups with Chris.

But there was nothing to be done. You straightened your back and started rummaging through your purse, hoping the spare powder you always had on you would be able to cover the after sex glow you had going on.

As you worked on reapplying your face, the door opened and you instinctively turned away from it. You weren't in the mood. 

"Y/n" a familiar voice called.

You looked up to see Chris sprinting towards you.

"What are you-"

"Fuck 'em. Fuck the cameras, fuck the interviews, fuck the labels, fuck the reporters"

"Wait, what-" you cringed, "Slow down, I don't understand"

He took a deep breath, "Fuck 'em"

"What happened?"

"Come on" he said, grabbing your hand, "Come with me"

"Um.. Chris? I don't think that's a good idea. My hair is all fucked and I'm pretty sure the eye shadow-"

"I don't know what you mean, you look absolutely gorgeous, perfect even-" Chris said, his eyes wide open and fixed on yours, "But that doesn't even matter, let's go home"

"I don't get it. People were looking for you"

"Who gives a shit? Do I give a shit? I don't give a shit!"

"Chris…"

"Seriously, Y/n-" he said, cupping your cheeks and bringing your face inches away from his, "I wanna make you dinner. I have that gross white wine you like so much even though I don't understand how you can drink that shit. And I'll run a bath, I don't have bath bombs but I think conditioner works too-"

"It doesn't"

"Eh then we'll just smell nice" Chris said in a heartbeat. "And then I'll eat you out into fucking oblivion, yeah? Doesn't that sound good? Better than boring interviews and that movie I'm barely even in"

It was all just too much to process. "What changed? I-"

"Nothing changed" he shook his head, "I always wanted to do this. I thought that if I brought you to this event things would develop between us somehow. I don't know why I thought that. Don't ask. And that's why I told you to come into the bathroom. But then I was too shy to say anything and then I left and things were exactly where they were when we got here and I said that-"

"Chris?"

"Yeah?" he sighed, catching his breath.

"Shut up and let's see how good you can cook"

[oneshotnewbie]

We need to know what happens with B!D and Alex after coughing blood 😱

A/N: Your wish is my command! :) ♥ --- When you got to the emergency room, you were separated from your sister. While she was talking to the doctor about what had happened, you were immediately placed in one of the treatment rooms and wired to the monitor by a nurse. A vein access was also placed and blood was taken from you without a holding hand by Alex or Kara to your suffering.

The monitor next to you beeped incessantly and the kidney bowl filled with blood with every choke and displaced breath. The doctor must also have heard it from the outside so that he and Alex stormed in and looked questioningly at the screen. "Her saturation is at 80%, the body's gas exchange is bad for her age and shouldn't be less than 95%."

He walked around you and with the help of the redheads he sat you up. While she held you up, he put a stethoscope on your back and listened to your lungs as you tried to breathe in as deeply as you could. The air was getting thinner for you. "Rattling noises and not fully exposed lungs. Your sister's body can no longer fully absorb oxygen and release carbon dioxide."

"And what now?" she asked panicked and kept turning to the door, hoping the blonde would come in and help her. For her too it was more than shocking to see you like that.

"Massive bleeding can make breathing so difficult that it can be fatal." he took a deep breath and was about to continue when Alex interrupted him. "Deadly?"

"Yes. The risks arises from the fact that blood runs into other sections of the lungs that are not affected by the bleeding and breathing can be impaired, which, if not acted quickly, can lead to death by suffocation."

A moment when everyone felt as if the hospital had been emptied. You couldn't hear anything anymore, no people romping about in the hallways, no sirens, nothing. Just the beeping. "Does she have any pre-existing conditions that should be known about? Allergies?"

"No previous illnesses, until last night she was a perfectly fit and healthy girl. Pollen allergy, hay fever. Those are the only allergies she has." Alex was desperate. Even if she knew they were routine questions, she just wanted him to stop asking and finally help you.

"No cardiovasbular diseases or lung cancer from the sides of her mother or father?"

"No, no. Nothing."

He turned away from Alex while he turned to the nurse and spoke to her. "Attach four liters of oxygen to her and watch her for changes. Someone from the radiology will be here in a moment and take her up for a contrast-enhanced computed tomography where we may see more. On the other hand, we sent her blood to the laboratory to see if there are any indications of a pathogen or inflammation."

"Thank you, doctor."

He disappeared with a nod and left you alone with your sister. His word made you panic. You began to tremble uncontrollably and tears ran down your cheeks but Alex was not yet aware of that.

She stood in front of your bed, her hands on the bed frame while she looked down at the floor and took a few deep breaths. She also had to pull herself together after said words and now shot any fear towards you. She knew that she had to be the strong one now to offer you hope and security.

Only after hearing the ventilator roll across the fake tile floor did she look up and see you. Completely finished with your nerves and with the strenght at the end you layed there and looked at her with tired and tearful eyes.

Immediately she grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. She was too scared to crawl on your bed and lie down next to you to hug you so she took your hand in hers and laid her head on your chest. "Hey baby, calm down. Everything will be alright!"

Your heart was racing and your breaths became even more uncontrolled than in the situation anyway. All the blood loss and exertion made you dizzy itself so when it came to having a panic right now, you would lose the battle and get unconcious.

So with all the strength left, you tried to keep track of your eldest sisters breathing and the circles that she was drawing on your hand. But where was Kara?

"Kara."

"She will be there as soon as you are back from the CT, I promise." she spoke softly and listened to your heartbeat. Despite the oxygen, your breathing became shallowed and the concern for you grew with every single second.

---

During your CT, Kara had arrived at the hospital and joined her morbidly panicked older sister who was waiting for news in the waiting room. She knew roughly how long such a CT scan would take and so she didn't understand why you still weren't brought back.

It was only after a while that your attending doctor came to your sisters and took them to the treatment room where you were lying before. "So, your sisters blood values are in the normal ranged based on the inflammation. However, the D-dimers and other values that indicate a pulmonary embolism were increased. We also discovered these during the CT with the contrast agent."

"Whats happening now?" Kara said in a whisper and put on an arm around Alex who, visibly shocked, didn't know what to say.

"She was immediately sent to the cath lab where the doctors use a catheter to loosen and remove this clot. Of course under general anesthesia so nothing can go wrong or further bleeding can't occur if she moves."

After talking to the doctor, they were sent to the ward where they excitedly were waiting for you to arrive again. While Alex tried process everything, Kara tried to calm her down and get her to sit down since she was awake for almost 36 hours now. But the older one was stuborn and refused to sleep. She knew that she could only close her eyes when your were besides her again.

---

After you got upstairs in the room, you were still very fuzzy from the rest of the anesthetics and the painkiller that you were given preventively so that you weren't quite awake even tho you realised everything.

As you looked through the room with half open eyes, you saw Alex now soundly asleep in the chair next to you, but still holding your hand tightly in hers to feel if something was wrong while Kara was sitting at the table in front of your bed, eating some chips from the vending machine and typing on her laptop.

"You're beautiful." you slurred out and Kara frightened before she realized who was talking.

"You are finally awake!" She whispered smiling and sat down on the free space at your feet. "You scared the shit out of us, you know that? You even knocked Alex off her feet!" she pointed to the redhead next to you and laughed.

"How can something like you be so pretty?"

"I beg your pardon?" she questioned while realizing that it was not you who were talking but all the drugs in your system.

"You are an alien and probably already tens of thousands of years old. How can you have such smooth skin and such soft hair?" you asked still cloudy in your head, not pretty sure what you were talking even though the words came spilling out of your mouth and you simply couldn't control it.

"Well, aliens don't always look like they do in movies." the blonde giggled and watched you looking at her with almost closed eyes as if you were scanning her from top to bottom.

"Aliens are green and ugly. You are very different, you are human."

"I am not Y/N, and you know that. Probably not now but you know. How many times have you flown with me?" Kara asked and watched you how you struggled for an answer.

"You lowered down on a huge rope and got carried around by and airplane. I see through your magic tricks."

Even if it wasn't appropriate to film this status of you, she did it anyway to show you what came out of your mouth during your medical drug trip. The blonde laughed out loud and covered her mouth so as not to wake Alex. She watched you slowly return to sleep and follow your oldest sister into the dream world.

[stableoftheunstable]

a/n: this hasn’t been proofread so good luck :D

inspo for this was someone on tumblr 😓😓

warnings: degrading and slapping is heavily used, swearing, smoking,

stoner eren >>> 😁😁

for music vibes:

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The light of your phone gleamed with a text that read "you coming?" Briefly you glanced at your phone before replying with a simple "yeah, be there in 5" grabbing your stuff off your bed you headed for the door and quickly you glanced at yourself in your mirror, your old joggers and random hoodie you found on the floor stared back at you in the mirror. You briefly sighed before leaving your dorm room, after hopping down the stairs you reached Connie's dorm, before you could even knock the door swung open almost as whoever opened it could hear your enduring footsteps and to no surprise Jean lured over you, his eyes almost pierced through your skin, "you look hot" he said as he shot you a cheesy grin. "oh, shut up you perv" your eyes rolled before you pushed him aside, "eesh... sucks to be you Jean," Connie's voice echoed as you walked further into the room. Sasha and Connie laid on the ground unbothered by what was going on around them and Eren sat on Connie's bed scrolling through his phone.

Without a care you collapsed onto the bed next to Eren, his icy eyes peered at you before gently sighing and went back to scrolling through his phone. "Are we getting high or what, I got places to be." he asked clapping his hands together, Connie shot his head up and directed Eren towards the container kept in a spare draw. "sure, he does," Sasha whispered to Connie followed by the two of them laughing. Fascinated your eyes stayed fixated on Eren's movements, his hair was thrown in a messy bun and the rings on his fingers clanked on the containers.

"You can stop staring y/n" Sasha giggled before throwing food into her mouth. Awkwardly you mimed towards her to shut up, " ew jeager? You could do better," jean snickered , Eren rolled his eyes at him and went to respond before he was interrupted "Like you're any better" Connie chuckled adding in his two cents with Sasha cheering him on before sitting , "Bro you literally have no hair," Jean snapped towards him, you and Sasha snicker at Jeans remark as Connie murmured "shut up..," Eren slid back next you and pulled out the grinder from the container, "you roll?" Eren asked with his azure eyes looking down at you "Of course she can't, she doesn't smoke like that" Connie uttered, the rest of the group laughed as you kept your face stern. He wasn't wrong you've only smoked a few times and had a few edibles but never actually made it. Eren furrowed his eyebrows awaiting your answer.

With no idea if you actually could you nodded as Eren slid he tray onto your lap, aimlessly you stared at the tray your eyes grew wide as you tried to remember all the times you've seen Connie do it. Noticing your blatant confusion Eren laughed before taking the tray back "I'll do it for you, don't worry princess" he softly chuckled as you felt yourself crawl back into your skin due to embarrassment, as much as you don't want to get butterflies over one of your oldest and closest friends, but you couldn't help but melt under his voice and the little pet name he called you, you and Eren sat their aimlessly looking at each other with what felt like pure and utter lust.

"Listen lovebirds, eye fuck in your own time" Jean sneered looking at you and Eren, his face displaying his clear jealousy. In the far corner of the room Connie and Sasha who laughed what appeared from Connie's phone. They looked more like a couple than ever his head laid in her lap as she circled his lower back, you couldn't help but feel jealous. Not at them but at what they had with each other it was cute to be honest, they'd always seem happy together and honestly went hand in hand it was a shame they didn't just commit.

Eren rolled the blunt in his calloused hands, his eyes fixated on aligning everything right every breath he exhaled was softer than the last, his tongue tried to lick along the rolling paper however his piercing kept getting slightly in the way. Eren turned towards you and asked, "do you mind just licking across for me?" His slightly hooded eyes locked into yours he brought it towards your mouth as hesitant as you were, you swiftly licked the paper catching some loose specks of weeds on your tongue, you could see his gentle smirk as he looked down on you, the silver if his tongue piercing peaking through. "Thanks, beautiful" he whispered before rolling the joint. Your stomach churned as butterflies fluttered violently his thanks making them worse, your cheeks violently blushed.

The reflection of the rings on his finger showed a bright gleam as they wrapped around his index finger, the loose sleeve of his hoodie rolled up and a fresh tattoo peered from his sleeve, a Japanese dragon swarmed up his forearm with his veins lightly popping up leaving them on display, his hair was thrown up into a sleek messy man bun showing a freshly cut undercut that shaped his face. You couldn't help but stare at him in all this glory as much as you hate to admit he looked attractive as the lights of Connies room hit him or maybe it was how late it was? But something pulled you into the idea of him, breaking rules, risking it all just for each other.

By the time you finished swatting the ideas of him from your mind, Eren was done with wrapping the blunt and searched for a lighter. Jean noticed your infatuation with Eren "Eren, do you clean your tongue piercing after every bitch you fuck?" Jean spat out; his face screwed towards Eren.

Why was he being so hostile?

You had no clue, yes you had a thing? But that was so long ago, like years ago. Sasha abruptly lifted her head and b-lined her eyes to meet with yours, the two of you tried your hardest to communicate with each other trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Looking at Jean in utter disgust, "No shit bitch. Of course, I do. Do you wash your hands every time your fingers are deep in a girl?" Eren found the lighter and sat back down. After Eren's words the room fell flat "Jean please tell me you do." Connie questioned scared of the answers he may get back. The room paused and all your faces turned to Jean waiting for the obvious response of yes and yet no reply. "BRO, even I wash my hands" Sasha uttered after going over her words, "What do you mean 'even I wash my hands' huh?" Connie asked lifting his head from Sasha's lap. Sasha's eyes dilated in worry before swiftly saying "I meant 'I'd' !!". Connie, still naive as ever got rid of his confused face and laid back in her lap making Sasha look up and mouth 'thank god' before diverting everyone's attention back to Jean. You giggled at Sasha catching on what she was saying followed her lead on diverting the attention. "That's just so wrong... all the times I took stuff from your hands-" you couldn't help the look that grew on your face. "I usually just shove my fingers in her mouth. You know? Let her take care of it" Jean stammered. "And it gets worse... Jean stop talking" Connie shook his head in disbelief. "Jeez I'd hate to be the girl fucking you wow" you stated, "Just for that you're getting this blunt last," Eren voiced.

Following from his words Eren pursed his lips and lit the blunt in his mouth, he softly inhaled allowing the smoke to filtrate his lungs before he exhaled it all back out and his back slumping along with it, the smoke blew in your direction clouding your sight. Through the smoke Eren's hand reached out to you with the blunt intertwined in his fingers, without hesitation you picked it up and placed it upon your lips you tried to inhale but you felt the smoke roll to the back of your throat causing you to cough it all back up, choking on the smoke laughter from Sasha and Connie echoed throughout. Caving of embarrassment, you handed the blunt to Sasha while trying to regain the saliva back to your mouth. As the smoke cleared Eren asked if you were okay as your eyes drew tears from the failure of inhaling. "You need to relax your body y/n, otherwise it'll roll back" After being passed round in a circle the blunt ended back in Eren's hand.

"Wanna try something?" he asked, the huskiness of his voice coming through. Trusting him you nodded "Follow my lead okay? Don't tense up okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Eren pulled you closer towards him his cologne radiating onto yours, he took a long hit from the blunt and instead of exhaling he approached your slips and slowly blew smoke into your mouth. At this point you were inhaling the smoke at the same time he blew it towards your mouth. Your body almost froze. You felt beyond intoxicated, Eren rested his empty hand on your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down make it available to intake the smoke. He pulled away revealing the cheesiest grin you've ever seen him have, Eren tilted his head down to your ear and whispered "Good job princess" before passing the blunt to someone in the midst.

A "holy fuck" slipped from Sasha's mouth as the smoke draped into your mouth, your head filled with thoughts, wishing you could of edged closer to just kiss him. Despite the thoughts you could feel the high start to hit, you traced your fingers up Eren's bare forearm all the way to his lips and dragged it back down. The whites of his eyes were being dragged by the redness his high pulled on, his hands clung to your waist as you fell onto his broad shoulder. Despite Eren clearly being high he still took his turn hitting it. Each time your body moved along with his. Through the midst you saw Sasha whisper to Connie "But its MY dorm" Connie complained as the two of them stood up with Jean following, "Oh shut up just stay at mine for the night, Hitch is out, "Sasha winked towards you and mouthed 'call me' before closing the door behind her, leaving you and Eren alone.

Eren's fingers circled your waist ever so lightly, barley caressing your skin, you let out a giggle as his touch tickled at your skin, You peered up at his high blue eyes that looked down at you. The sexual tension grew as you sat in silence. Your mind stayed racing at the thoughts of him, noticing your infatuation Eren moved his had from your waist to your neck his hands wrapped around your neck softly, the warmth of his hands engulfed your neck as the silver rings that wrapped around his fingers sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes followed his veins up his arm before he softly used his index finger to lift your chin up and made your eyes align. Icey blue eyes aligned with yours ; they went from a timid shadow almost into an intoxicating bliss. "can i kiss you?" he softly asked, your heart sunk over the weight of his words as butterflies grew. A smile grew across your face as I violently blushed 'yeah,' you whispered smiling and without hesitation.

His lips connected with yours, the roughness of his lips against your soft ones, ignited a feeling inside your stomach you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss, his hand that was pressed against your neck slowly tightened enough for you to still breathe. Trying to not break the kiss you climbed on top of him, dangling your legs on either side of him.  Unknowingly a breathy moan escaped from your mouth to his as the metal of his tongue piercing slipped against yours, instantly you could feel his grin against your lips. His hands roamed from your neck to your waist as he covered your neck in slow yet sloppy kisses, slight groans escaped his mouth as marked your skin. Your arms draped around him as you tugged on his surprisingly smooth hair the cold metal made everything better in your eyes. His hands traced their way down to the wetness that grew in your underwear, "fuck already?" he groaned in-between kisses. His words echoed throughout your mind, as  Eren's hand met your hoodie and he lightly tugged onto it begging for you reassurance. Pulling away from your neck his eyes aligned with yours, your forehead pressed against his. "I want you " he whispered on your skin, his intoxicating charm drove you crazy, "you have me " you replied. 

 Without skipping a beat, you guided Eren as he removed your hoodie leaving his hands to crawl against your skin to cup your breasts, your back arching towards the cold of his hands . His calloused fingers unclipped your bra and tossed it towards the side his thumbs ran over your nipples, the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm body made you clench around him. Eren pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple, his cold piercing let a tingling feeling push down your spine. You buried your head into his shoulder as you moaned at his aggressiveness, his dick grew beneath you causing him to curse under his breath briefly. Eren blatantly chose to tease you, softly intoxicating you with every small move. Eren wasted no time pulling down his boxers,  kicking them away while you raised your hips just wanting him buried inside of you as soon as possible. As gently as he could he slipped your underwear off and lowered you onto his  begins to pull in and out of you slowly, getting used to the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his face scrunched up in pleasure much likes yours, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly and you couldn't help but mumble out Eren's name. "Say that louder Princess, " he groaned as he placed his thumb onto your throbbing clit. You threw your head back, your back following soon after. With Erens eyes glaring at your body up and down you couldn’t help but blush more than you already were. your walls grazed his dick, luring him back in each stroke igniting a flame in his eyes, the burn in his eyes stayed stable trying not to overstep boundaries, noticing this words slipped out of your mouth as he abruptly stroked into you, “is that all you got?” you asked your hands circling his back, your words caused him to slower his pace as the flame in his eyes grew. after waiting for a reaction, abruptly his hand slapped against your already hot skin testing the limits, he waited for your reaction even though you face stared blank in shock, he could feel you pulsate around him. “do you like that?” he asked, with emotions bubbling you nodded burying your face in shame, his spare hand reached your chin pulling it closest to his face, his lips barley touching yours, “use your words princess” the words made his lips graze yours as the pet name went straight to your core. “y-yes i do.” you stuttered as he abruptly thrusted into you. Eren chuckled at your face as he grabbed ahold of your wrists, tightly gripping restraining you marking your skin every way he possibly could. “that’s going to mark me, don’t go so hard” you groaned, you hated the idea of anyone knowing what was going on, hickeys already cascaded up your neck, you didn’t need your wrists printed too. “why, you don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are for me” a grin plastered over his face, “ too bad, people need to know who you belong to princess,” he whispered at you ear before softly biting . the whole time Eren kept his thumb plastered over your clit as you rocked yourself into him making him twitch inside of you, “ you feel so fucking good” he groaned, the room filled with sounds and degrading words from Eren turning you on “Eren— i’m so close-“

“i prefer daddy.” His head tilted peering down at your tear filled eyes. “ daddy please? just let me-“ you moaned out, your words flew out before you could even process what was going on, Sweat dropped down from you forehead and you hair dropped down from the hair bands hold. “god your so messy,” he chuckled at the screams that scored through your throat. You could feel yourself hitting your limit, yet holding yourself back at Eren’s past demands. “you can cum princess,” he tapped at your thigh and seconds after you felt yourself go hazy, white specks flooded your eyes as you felt Eren also hit his limit. Both flushed your eyes lined in silence and all you could say was

“fuck.”

[weeb-stomper]

Bakugou KatsukixFem!Reader - Desk Work

Word Count: 2,170

~Hello~

*In surprised old man voice* “It’s been 57 years.....”

No seriously, sorry for not posting in so long! Art block is a bitch :( But I’m back! I have something in the works that’s taking way longer than I thought it would, so I busted this out over the last few days just to get things goin again on the ol’ writing blog :) hope you enjoy, NSFW below cut

special thank you to @wootato and @kat-unzel for beta reading this so many times. Also tagging @cupcake-rogue because she went out of her way to mention something I wrote in a post the other day and she made me feel all UwU-soft :)

Tagging all my friends cause ha

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     Patrolling with Dynamight had been difficult at first. He was abrasive and stand-offish, a wolfish thirst for power kept him from having many friends and the calculated strength he brought to every fight was admittedly a bit scary. Civilians were equal-parts likely to ask for his autograph as they were to cross the street when they saw the two of you coming, with the exception of the countless women who would attempt to chat him up throughout your patrols. You couldn’t say you didn’t get it, if you were honest. He was quite attractive, and you’d passed an embarrassing amount of time wondering what those calloused fingers might feel like digging into the meat of your thighs, what that mocking sneer might taste like when it melted into your mouth…But considering the cold way he brushed off his adoring public, those fantasies remained as they were. Fantasies.

     All you could say now was that if you’d had any idea how this day might turn out, you would have worn cuter underwear.

     You were sat in Bakugou’s lap, your back against his chest and his feet hooked around your ankles, prying your knees open so wide your hips hurt. You wondered in passing where exactly your shorts had gone before a sharp pain at your pressure point erased your thoughts once again, the resulting moan echoing in the stale air of his office. Your jaw ached, Bakugou’s fingers stretching your mouth open so wide you thought your lips might split, his other hand pinching and tweaking your nipple underneath the stretchy material of your hero costume’s top. The taste of his sweat flooded your mouth, his rough fingers smashing your tongue against the sharp edges of your teeth and allowing drool to spill out and run down your chin. His breath was hot against your neck as he sucked another mark onto the sensitive skin just below your ear, the overwhelming scent of burnt caramel filling your nose.

     “C’mon sweetheart, where’s all those stupid jokes now?” Bakugou hissed against your ear, hand dropping from your chest to rub harsh circles against your clit. “You were so fuckin annoying on patrol today, I thought for sure you’d be a good girl for me.”

     A choked sob wracked your shoulders as his pace picked up, the rumble of his manic laughter reverberating through your ribs completely overwhelming your senses: Taste, smell, hearing, feeling, he was everywhere on you at once and it was just too much. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing against him, wordlessly pleading for more. Your head spun, growing more and more hazy as his ministrations continued, dragging ragged moans and whines from your lungs against your will. If he’d just let you cum once, if he could show you that kindness, you’d do anything.

     Your head tilted towards the door of his office in the far corner of the room, noting with a cracked whimper that he hadn’t even bothered to lock it before he’d set on you. You felt him smile against your shoulder as his eyes followed yours, a pang of panic ringing in your head a split second before he sank two fingers inside of you. A guttural moan poured from your lips, your back bowing against him as he began working you over.

     “Heh...you finally noticed? Took ya long enough, sweetheart. You’re dumber than I thought.” He chuckled, feeling you clench around his fingers at his harsh words. “You like that, huh? Then why don’t ya beg for me, sweetheart?”

     A fresh torrent of drool dripped past your lips as Bakugou finally pulled his hand from your mouth, fingers still connected to your lips by a nearly-invisible strand of saliva. Swallowing back as much as you could, you worked your jaw open and closed, easing some of the built up tension there. It had been painful, but you couldn’t help but miss the taste of him. An all consuming sense of emptiness mixed into your lust clouded mind when his other hand trailed up from between your legs, and you let out a low whimper at the loss. If he kept up like this, you were sure you’d pass out. His hands settled on your hips, gently urging you off his lap and turning you to face him.

     He remained slumped in the chair, a wide grin showed the now familiar sharp canines at the edges of his smile. Half lidded eyes raking down your face, trailing across the swelling marks that framed your neck on either side before skipping down to settle between your legs, heightening the feeling of your own slick rolling down your thighs, and his breathing faltered for a moment. It was humiliating, standing half naked and wrecked in front of your boss like some fucked out groupie, and your hands subconsciously drifted to the hem of your top, knotting into the elastic material as you shifted anxiously in front of him. Risking a glance, you noticed the strained tent of his pants. Even through the thick fabric of his hero costume you could tell he was big and, you realized with a surge of pride, that he wanted you. A vicious grin stretched your abused lips.

     Bakugou was silent as you sank to your knees between his legs, his smirk falling as you slid your hands up his muscled thighs, looking up at him through tear spattered lashes with wide, innocent eyes as you worked his belt undone. The softness of your touch left him frozen, his head tipping back against the seat when you finally tugged down his waistband to free his cock. Flattening your tongue, you licked a long strip up the underside of him, drinking in the loud groan that slipped past his lips. Those hands you’d quickly grown addicted to twitched, moving to tangle in your hair, but you slapped them away. He growled as you continued taunting him, placing small kitten licks and sloppy kisses against his member and relishing the needy way he tried to push into your mouth whenever you strayed too close to the head.

     “I don’t beg for shit.” Your voice was hoarse but confident. You were playing a dangerous game and you knew it, but seeing him all riled up from your teasing was such a power trip that you couldn’t resist.

     Your stomach dropped as your eyes slid up to Bakugou’s face, meeting his gaze for the first time since before he’d closed the door. His lips were pulled back in an animalistic sneer, glaring down at you with half-lidded eyes. The furious crimson staining his cheeks did nothing to soften his expression, like it might have were this literally any other situation. A small giggle tumbled from your mouth despite the warning written plainly on his face. Ya, you’d worked him up. 

     Big mistake.

     His hand shot into your hair, gripping tightly at the roots and guiding your head to him while the other hand held his cock steady. He shoved himself sloppily against your lips, smearing precum across your mouth and cheeks. You gasped as his hold on your hair shifted, a burning pain exploding across your scalp, and he seized the opportunity to force his way past your swollen lips and bottom out in your mouth. Tears pricked your eyes once again at the new sensation as his now-free hand shifted into your hair to maneuver your head along his length. 

     “Keep runnin your mouth, sweetheart.” Bakugou snarled, slamming himself against the back of your throat and making you gag against the intrusion.

     He shuddered, rough hands cementing you in place against him. Your eyes widened, a reflexive wave of panic sang through your veins as the seconds stretched on, your nails digging deep into the tops of his legs and a hazy tingling the edges of your mind as the lack of oxygen made itself known. You hollowed your cheeks around him, doing your best to work your tongue against his shaft and dropping a hand between your legs to give some much-needed attention to your neglected core. The feeling was euphoric, the tension building inside you feeling more and more unbearable as Bakugou’s moans mingled with the small whimpers escaping around his cock until your shoulders were shaking. Pins and needles erupted across your skin as your orgasm crashed over you, your shoulders folding forward as you slumped against him, thighs twitching as you rolled your hips into your hand.

     He tore himself from your mouth with a stuttering groan, ignoring the way you coughed and sputtered for air as he rose from his seat, pulling you onto unsteady feet. Spinning you around quickly, he planted a hand between your shoulders and shoved you down against the desk in front of you. The cool wood felt good against your heated skin and you relaxed against the surface. You clutched the edges of the fine wood for support as you indulged in your peak, savoring the lingering muscle twinges and blissed out fog still wrapping your mind. It was only when you felt something hard press against your entrance that you came to your senses, managing to slur out a ‘wait’ before he sank into you to the hilt, immediately pulling you undone again. You almost screamed, patches of white popping in your vision as he began thrusting into you wildly, writhing in painful ecstasy as he hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. The sound of that malicious laughter cut filled your ears once again 

     “Fuck, baby, you feel so good around me.” He groaned, planting a hard slap against your ass. “Keep making those cute little noises for me, ok?”

     You were being too loud, you knew, but you couldn’t stop the salacious moans and whimpers from bubbling past your lips between mindless praises and begs. Dignity was a forgotten concept at that moment. You couldn’t care less if someone walked in, saw you rocking back into his Bakugou’s thrusts like the pathetic, desperate little thing you felt like, or heard the way you mewled and cried for your boss to fuck you till you couldn’t breath. All that matter was chasing the high that Bakugou gave you, the stretch in your walls as he used you completely for himself.

     The breath was again stolen from your lungs as he slammed down on top of you, pressing your chest so hard against the desk you could feel your ribs creak. His rhythm was growing sloppy, hands groping you wherever he could reach as he neared his own climax slipping beneath your shirt to dig into the burning flesh of your waist. A sudden desire erupted in your lusty mind, and you lifted your head, trying in vain to communicate with the man above you. He let out a frustrated growl that reverberated against your back, threading his fingers into your hair and jerking your head to the side enough to look you in the face.

     “What the hell do you want, sweetheart? Spit it out!” He demanded, carmine eyes glued to your bruised lips.

     “I’m on the pill!” You sobbed, voice no more than a cracked whine.

     You shuddered at the wolfish grin that split his face as he processed your words, releasing your hair and digging his fingers into your waist hard enough to bruise.

     “You wanna be my little slut? All filled and dripping with my cum?”

     You nodded frantically, struggling to match him when his pace picked up.

     His eyes darkened. “Then say please.”

     You didn’t hesitate. How could you?

     “Katsuki, please!”

     That was it. He hugged you tight against his chest as he finished inside of you, painting your insides with thick ropes of cum, thrusting into you shallowly as he rode out his high, the immense feeling of fullness bringing you to your own peak once again. You went completely limp against the desk, letting out a sharp wail as tremors took over your body once again. It was the most deliciously overwhelming thing you’d ever experienced, completely blotting out your vision for a few seconds and cancelling out everything except the feeling of him still buried inside of you.

     Eventually, the two of you separated, Bakugou tucking himself neatly back into his pants before crossing the room to retrieve clean clothes from the small cabinet in the corner opposite the door. Rather than right yourself, you slid to the floor behind the desk. The twinges in your legs hadn’t completely subsided, but the cold air of the room was starting to become an issue as you realized again that you had no idea where Bakugou had thrown your shorts earlier. Your eyes trailed lazily around the room, briefly appreciating the sight of a now-shirtless Bakugou before grazing past the open door.

     OPEN DOOR!?

     Your eyes darted back to Bakugou, who was now staring at the door with a mixture of horror and shock. You couldn’t help but laugh, slumping back against the desk.

     “Jeanist is gonna be so mad at us.”

@kat-unzel @wootato @sawamooora @honeyyandere @anxietyplusultra @redpandaramblings @krystalwithakay @dynamightslittlehotpocket @spooky-all-year-round @nkjktk @cupcake-rogue

[rvmmm21]

. unpleasant reminders .

small note : trust me to ruin omegaverse with my twisted antics. i know this probably wasn’t what you were getting at, but hey, this was what made me think of yandere omegaverse. i mean, come on, forceful submission? belonging? that pulled me in by the collar and screamed ‘yandere’ into my ear lol. also you didn’t say smut, so there isn’t really any! i think i’ve written yandere somewhat recently... but this kind... it’s really been a while. for once i share some of the blame for my horrid yandere writing. thank you.

reminder to look away if this isn’t your cup of tea. my next thing will be softer, i reckon.

[yandere!omega!irene x alpha(g!p)wendy]

tw : degradation, yandere themes, violence (mild), physical intimidation, implied dubcon, implied abuse. (basically a toxic relationship).

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Seungwan is different.

In the best sense of the word, of course. She’s soft-hearted, kind, dutiful and… she’s an alpha. An alpha with stereotypically non-alpha traits. And not just any alpha, she’s Joohyun’s alpha, lest anyone forget. Joohyun oftentimes wonders why nature dealt the cards this way, why she wasn’t given the role of alpha when she’s clearly the one who takes on the more assertive, dominant stance in their relationship.

However, there’s not any time for inner musings.

Not when she can literally see Seungwan having a conversation with someone else through the crowd. She’d just gone to get a drink (a fucking drink) and she comes back to a slimy-looking omega engaging with Seungwan like there’s no one else at this goddamned party to talk to. She freezes for a second to watch the interaction. Watching as Seungwan – the alpha – giggles along to whatever the other girl is saying, subconsciously fiddling with the wisps of her fringe (something she’s only supposed to do with Joohyun). And oh god, she almost screams when she notices her little girlfriend’s milky complexion flush a sweet pink when she receives a compliment on her outfit.

She doesn’t get it, does she? She hasn’t learnt.

Seungwan is hers.

So why the hell does she think it’s okay to be flirting with this dirty omega who doesn’t deserve a fraction of her time?

Seungwan, in all honesty, isn’t doing this on purpose. But that almost makes it ten times worse. Because that means she’s genuinely enjoying the company of someone who isn’t Joohyun. That just will not do. Seungwan’s not supposed to look that happy with someone who isn’t her omega. Joohyun’s jaw very nearly locks with how hard she’s gritting her teeth. Sure, they’ve been together for the better side of five years now, and they’re far too settled in their relationship to worry about infidelity and such, but god, Seungwan really needs to get a grip. It doesn’t even occur to her how irresistible she’s making herself look to that other omega, does it?

Maybe she’ll watch her step more if Joohyun reminds her who she belongs to.

You’re going to learn, puppy, she thinks as she beelines to Seungwan, uncaring of how many drinks she spills along the way.

There’s nothing graceful in her execution. Seungwan yips in surprise when she’s tugged away from the conversation, the grip on her arm threatening to break it if she so much as put up an ounce of resistance. The stranger looks confused but makes no attempt at following them.

“H-Hyun?” Seungwan’s surprised Joohyun can even hear her with how quickly she’s pulling them away from everyone else and out of the building. She wonders why her girlfriend looks so angry.

“Hyun-ah, is everyth–?”

“Shut up.”

It’s a warning. Seungwan almost trips as she’s being dragged along, her heart beats a little faster, and it isn’t the good kind of faster. Not when it’s that tone. Never when it’s that tone. She finds herself shoved rather painfully into the passenger’s seat, and Joohyun stays silent the entire drive home. This time, Seungwan doesn’t look out the window to see how the overhead street-lamps illuminate passing cars, opting instead to stare at her knees and trying to figure out what the heck could’ve angered her publicly reserved, even-tempered omega.

She barely even realises that they’re home. There’s an unforgiving pressure around her bicep as she’s roughly escorted into their room and thrown to the floor. Her back takes the brunt of her fall and she lays there, thoroughly winded and too stunned to move. That is until she hears the click of the lock. And then she’s really panicking, ignoring the burn in her lungs, scrambling to her knees and all but begging for forgiveness… for something she still hasn’t figured out yet.

“Hyun… Hyunnie, please tell me what’s –”

The rest of her sentence dissolves in her throat when she meets the omega’s eyes. There are traces of something new in them, aside from the anger, the discontentment. It’s something far scarier and far more malicious. It terrifies her to the point of thinking it’s a good idea to try to stand up.

“Down, alpha.”

And she does just that. Ignoring that massive hit to her alpha’s pride, ignoring the bruises on her knees from the last time Joohyun had one of her little ‘outbursts’, she ignores it all. Not because of anything other than the fact that it sounds particularly menacing coming from Joohyun’s lips. Something in her tone dares her to disobey.

“Good puppy,” she sneers.

Puppy. The pet name that never fails to make Seungwan feel smaller than she already is. And the way Joohyun says it like it sickens her rips a little piece of her fragile heart out.

“Do you know what you did, puppy?” Suddenly Joohyun’s tone is flat, no inflection, not a smidge of emotion. It’s deceiving.

Seungwan shuffles forward nervously, apologetically. “No! I-I don’t… I don’t understand, baby, why–”

But before she can finish, her back is breaking her fall yet again with a loud thud. Joohyun towers over her, and Seungwan can’t help but cower at the way she looks bigger than she’s ever seen her before.

Seungwan begins to cry, looking up at the woman who seems to be closer and closer to doing something horribly unpleasant to her helpless little alpha. She tries to prop herself up on her elbows, but Joohyun simply drives her foot into her ribs and shoves her back onto the floor like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Small, broken sobs escape her as she tries to curl in on herself, away from her omega’s fury. But that’s just more energy she could’ve spent crying or pleading as Joohyun grinds her heel in deeper, her top lip curling upwards into a proper growl.

“Good alphas don’t leave their partners for even a second. Let alone openly flirt with other filthy omegas in front of theirs.” she speaks gruffly, rage seeping into her firm threat as she spits down at Seungwan who’s meekly trembling under her foot. “A good alpha should be grateful to be at my beck and call, and you are a good little alpha, aren’t you?”

Seungwan’s words spill before she can think about them, all haphazard and desperate. “Yes! Yes, yes, I am!”

“And?”

When Seungwan stays quiet for a second too long for her liking, Joohyun grinds her sole down again, harder and harder until it pushes the remaining air from her chest. A strangled whine claws up her trachea before fizzing into a string of pitiful coughs. “P-please…” she weakly grasps at Joohyun’s ankle before mouthing ‘can’t breathe’.

Just as she’s sure she’s going to black out, the pressure is relented, but only slightly. “I don’t hear a ‘sorry, Hyunnie. I’ll do better, Hyunnie’ or a ‘I won’t ever do it again, Hyunnie’.” She leans down further, mocking and deathly serious in the same breath. “Or does my alpha need her collar?”

And that word is enough to trigger apology after pathetically stuttered apology. It’s as instinctive as breathing at this point, and it’s as gushing as the tears down her cheeks. Still, she’d rather this than feeling those cold metal prongs digging into her throat.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Not – not the collar, please! I won’t – ” a whimper slips out before she can choke it back, “ – I won’t talk to anyone else… e-ever! Promise!”

Without a single warning, Joohyun’s whole demeanour changes. It’s as though she was never angry. A lovely, warm smile blooms on her face as she kneels down to her level and gently cups her flushed cheek. How hands so delicate can bring so much pain, Seungwan will never know.

“Good girl, Wannie,” she coos, ignoring the way Seungwan flinches and screws her eyes shut as she plants a few soft kisses to her sweaty fringe. The younger girl is about let out that sigh of relief she was longing to, when the omega’s voice pierces her calm, and it’s that smooth and silky tone she uses when she’s in one of her ‘other moods’.

“Oh? What’s this? Seems like my puppy likes being scolded, huh?”

At this, she slowly opens one eye. Then the other.  

And then Seungwan almost faints at what she sees when she dares to glance down. Even in her beaten state, she knows at least a few things. She knows she doesn’t deserve to be so rudely dragged out of the party Joohyun insisted they go to in the first place. She knows this isn’t how alphas deserve to be treated by their omegas, and she certainly knows she doesn’t deserve to be reminded time and time again that it turns her on this much. It’s devastating and humiliating.

She chokes out a sloppy denial, and Joohyun is all but convinced. Her alpha may be a teary wreck, but the tent in her trousers tells a different story indeed. She shifts her foot off the smaller girl’s chest and prods the hardness between her legs.

“I think my puppy’s lying,” her smirk widens when she sees the desperation in Seungwan’s eyes, “and you know what happens to disobedient little pets, don’t you?”

Seungwan swallows hard, because she knows. She knows only too well.

[antigenius]

Tainted Love (Tsuyu x Reader)

A/n: God I’m so late, I apologise but word literally screwed me over. ANYWAY! this is a server collab with the bnharem server, so go check out the whole masterlist here! Go support all these wonderful writers!! ALSO my friend @bnhcs​ made this super cute banner!! It’s so pretty!! Anyway, here’s the fic!

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Your breath hitched in your throat. Asphyxiation was making your brain go fuzzy, but all you could do in her presence was hold your breath.

“Tsuyu?”

You watched her forest coloured hair sway left to right as she turned around, the bow at the end making her look adorable. She was so pretty…

“(Y/n)… You look really creepy watching Asui like that.”

You jump up at being spotted, immediately snapping your head towards Hiryu in attempts to save your dignity.

“I-I wasn’t staring! I just, happened to look! Y’know? Coincidence?” You say, laughing nervously.  The fact that you were rubbing your neck didn’t exactly help your situation all too much either. The boy only chuckles, poking you in the side, making you straighten up with a jerk.

“Just talk to her! You’re even in the same class!”

“I just…”

You sigh and look back to see Tsuyu walking away, talking to Midoriya. You swallow hard.

“It’s not that easy.”

Getting into UA was a nightmare. You were scared to bits, and despite having a potentially very helpful quirk, all you could do was distract the robots to let others run away.

“C’mon, this way! It’ll be okay, I’ll just-“

The zero-point robot slams his arm to the ground, a rumble making you and the other student tumble butt-first to the floor. They cling onto you for dear life, tears running down their face.

“It’s too scary here! I don’t like this, I wanna go home!”

A cough wracks through your lungs from the dust kicking up. The robot tranches its way towards the both of you, hand soaring into the sky. You could only watch, paralysed, as it began to come down again.

But the impact never came.

You had shut your eyes at the last second, but you didn’t feel your body turn into the mush it was supposed to turn into. You heard the loud crack and rumble of his fist hitting the ground, as well as gentle words.

“You should be more careful, kero.”

You open your eyes to see the girl who had saved you. She resembled a frog in a lot of senses, it must be from her quirk. She had emerald eyes coupled with leaf green hair tied in a sweet bow. In her tongue, she carried the other person you had been trying to save before. You could feel your heart skip a beat.

She sets you both on the ground, far from the others. She was about to jump away.

“Wh-what’s your name?”

She looked at you, eyes locking with yours. The whole world froze for that single moment, all was deaf and hushed as she tilted her head and beamed.

“Call me Tsuyu.”

You never thought you’d make it into the hero course, but you sobbed as the acceptance letter came in the mail. You were to be in Class 1-A, unlike your childhood friend Hiryu, who was in Class 1-B.

Your dream was simply to be a great hero. To help and guide people. To do anything you possibly could. You didn’t have to be the best, you didn’t have to do a lot, but at least something, anything to help, since the world had done so much for you already.

A flash of green catches your eye. You spin your head towards it, choking on your breath.

It was her.

In the well-fitted girl’s uniform, her smile shone from so far away. Her hair was its cute bow style, something you had remembered vividly. She seemed to notice your staring, waving at you.

“Kero! I know you! I’m glad you’re in my class!”

She caught up to you, hands on the straps of her bag. She giggled.

“I never got your name?”

“(L-L/n), but you can call me (Y/n), if you want.”

Her eyes crinkled. “I’d love to.”

The flowers in the basket slowly began to disappear as you plait each one into her hair. It was quiet, but it was a silence you would cherish. The memory was so long ago, and now you were here, in third year. It was senior prom, and you had already finished dressing up. You and Tsuyu were best friends, sharing everything from secrets to food. When everyone thought you couldn’t get closer, you did. Yet, you had still to tell her how much you loved her.

“You’re going to look so pretty Tsu-chan.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

She didn’t have to hope. She was already gorgeous. The dress was made out of elegant white silk, light and airy on her figure, yet heavy enough to not fly in the wind. The sleeves on her arms were puffy, letting her bare shoulders show. She looked almost regal like, and with grace in her steps, she would be the talk of the dance.

Well, in your eyes anyway.

The number of flowers in the basket eventually dwindled down to five.

“(Y/n), how do you ask someone out?”

You froze, heart slamming against your ribcage so hard you almost thought it came out of your chest. Your fingers were still woven in her hair, mid-braid.

“U-uhm, why do you ask?”

Tsuyu sighed as you felt your hands get clammy, you wipe them against yourself in a hurried attempt to not mess up her hair.

“Well, there’s someone I’ve liked for a while now. We started talking a lot more lately and…”

Tsuyu let a smile paint upon her lips, her cheeks turning a soft pinkish hue. “I think… I really like them.”

Your heart moved up through your throat and into your mouth. Was she… talking about you?

With trembling hands and a shaky breath, you brace yourself for what might be the happiest day of your life. To be honest, you had an inkling of the feeling when Tsuyu would hang out with you more, or she’d pick you first out of the groups or she would give you one of her rare hugs. It was so obvious the more you thought of it, you were just paranoid.

“Well… Well…” You keep yourself from bursting, fumbling with her braids albeit. “Maybe just tell them? Like just straight, name, I like you, would you like to dance with me?”

You felt Tsuyu nod her head the slightest bit. She was so considerate.

“Should I practice?-“

“YES!” You almost shout, but you cough into your elbow. “Sorry, I’m just excited for you!”

Tsuyu laughed. “Okay. Here it goes.”

“Uraraka-san, I like you, would you like to dance with me?”

Ah..

You could only look down. It wasn’t a shock. It wasn’t a surprise.

It was never you. It would never be you.

Your hands were rigid with the last flower in the basket, but you force your body to move. Your throat constricts, and you have to swallow down every tear that threatened to fall.

“(Y/n)?”

You shake yourself out of your daze to look into Tsuyu’s beautiful eyes. You’ve adored them forever, and you could just lose yourself in them anytime, if she’d let you. You braid the last flower into her hair. It was a single daffodil.

“Y-yeah. Like that.”

You breathe, biting your lip. A daffodil symbolises regard and chivalry. It is indicative of rebirth, new beginnings and eternal life.

For you, however, it symbolised your unrequited love.

“Thank you (Y/n)! You’re such a great friend.”

“You’re… Welcome… Tsuyu.”

[herohotline]

Spit Out the Sun (Toshi x You) Part 2

A/N: part 2!!! I might make another part where its the opposite ending, but that probably wont be for awhile.

“What did he say?” 

“He told me he had to think about it.” You look over to Midoriya with a sad smile. “He said we’ll meet up and he’ll tell me tomorrow. And y’know,” you sluggishly shrug, “I get it. You don’t want to just say something in the heat of the moment, only to find out later that it wasn’t true. He’s being careful. It’s just not exactly the answer you want when you confess your literal dying love for someone.” 

Midoriya wordlessly nods, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder that makes you smile just a little more. The two of you are seated at a park near Toshi’s house- color you surprised when the green haired boy had knocked on the door and interrupted your confession. The two of you left together and found literally anywhere that you could sit down after that, since you couldn’t bear being around Toshi after he told you that he couldn’t give you an answer. 

Of course, you felt bad for leaning on Midoriya like this. He shouldn’t have to worry about these petty things with you, but at this point, he was the only one who knew. He was the only one you had. 

“I know it’s not my place,” Midoriya anxiously starts, taking his hand away and putting it back on his lap. “But I really think he does love you.”

You take a slow, deep breath through your nose as you close your eyes. “Thank you, Midoriya,” you release the air just as slow, opening your eyes again to look at the sky. The sun had begun to set, making everything a pleasant and warm orange hue. Breaking out of your daze, you stand up and gesture for the young boy to do the same. “I didn’t realize it was getting late… I’ll walk you home and drop you off.” 

“Are you going to be okay?” Midoriya’s emerald green eyes shine in concern for you and it breaks your heart. 

This kid was way too much like Toshinori.

“I will be fine, Midoriya.” The two of you begin to walk to his home, a respectable distance between you. You try and ignore his gaze when your body shakes, wanting desperately to cough out petals. You suppress the urge with a strong smile- you won’t let him see you break down. 

“I’ll make sure of it.” 

——

You don’t sleep at all that night, but you reason that it’s completely understandable given your situation. You can’t stop worrying about Toshi’s answer. Of course, of course you want him to love you back, but you know that the possibility that he doesn’t still exists. You know that the odds don’t look like they’re in your favor and you might have to get the surgery.

And what would happen to you? The results from removing Hanahaki had wildly different results based on the person. Some grew indifferent, some could love exactly as they could before, and some couldn’t love at all. 

What if that was you? What if everyone important to you just… faded away? 

Your heart aches at the thought of how Toshi would react. The worst part, besides the dying and awful side effects for you, was knowing that Toshi would never forgive himself. You cannot help your feelings- you know that more than most, and you know that he can’t help his feelings either. He would pretend he could, though- just so he could continue to feel awful about it. 

Oh, Toshi… You’re more of a mess than I am. 

You’d love to continue wallowing in bed until the next morning- but a few light knocks on your door breaks you out of your thoughts. You sit upright immediately, looking at your clock with a confused look on your face. It’s almost midnight- who could that be?

“Hold on,” you yell from your room, quickly putting on some warmer clothes and slippers before walking over to the door. You hesitate to open it. What if it was some creep?

Even though you’ve never used it before this point, you look through your peephole. The porchlight glows, being your only source of light in the late hour to see who it is before you rip your door open. “Toshi?!” 

“Um, hello,” his eyes grow wide from you opening the door so suddenly. “Did I wake you?”

“Do you really think I was sleeping?” You give him an exhausted look, sighing deeply and running a hand through your hair. “What are you doing here?” And then as a second thought, you open the door wider. “Come in, the cold air is getting in.”

Toshi quickly shuffles in, the both of you shivering slightly as you close the door and lock it. 

“Well, I wanted to... talk to you. I think I know how I feel- but I didn’t think I would really be sure until I saw you again.” 

Toshi’s eyes are on the floor as he speaks, his hands coming out of his trench coat pockets so he could anxiously play with them. You sigh and reach out, grabbing one of his hands gently and lead him to the couch. You sit side by side as you continue to hold his large hand in yours, looking into his eyes as earnestly as you could. 

“Toshi,” you whisper gently. “I want you to know that I’m sorry for exploding on you earlier. I know you understand why, but I’m still sorry. And I want you to know that it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.” You hold his hand a bit tighter. Your voice is wobbly just from thinking about it, but you push onward. 

“Either way, I’m going to be fine. I’m going to be fine.” You repeat it once for good measure- you don’t know if you’re trying to convince Toshi or yourself at this point. 

There’s a small silence once you’ve finished speaking. When you look up at Toshi, you see him looking back at you with an expression you can’t really name, but it still makes your heart rate speed up. 

He speaks your name, soft and gentle. He smiles, a nervous kind of smile as he wets his lips and creases his eyebrows. And then, finally- “I love you.”

You can’t really describe how it feels. It’s like the moment before fireworks start- everything is quiet and cold, but then the explosions start and everything is loud and colorful. That’s what it feels like in your heart- and also in your lungs. 

“Oh, God,” you choke, and then you’re quickly letting go of Toshi’s hands as you dash to your kitchen sink. A sudden burst of flowers flows out of your throat, sunflower petals covered in your saliva spilling in the sink as you hurl. You had read about a lot of things, but you never read about this. It’s like all the flowers that had been budding and sitting in your lungs were coming out of you all at once now that they had no reason to stay. 

Toshi had quickly followed you into the kitchen, worriedly looking over your shoulder as he rubbed your back as comfortingly as he could. You had to admit that it did help a bit- his hand was naturally warm and felt nice.

You just felt bad for ruining his confession by throwing up everywhere. 

But eventually, it ends, and you can finally breathe again. Suddenly the air felt fresh again. It hadn’t been this easy to simply be since you had thrown up your first flower. Your body relaxes over the sink, and you find yourself giggling quietly as Toshi still stays by your side. 

“Sorry about that,” you croak, your throat sore from doing all of that at once. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.”

“It’s good, though,” Toshi looks at all the sunflower petals and buds in the sink. There’s no blood. “Are they all out?”

“I think so.” 

“...Did it hurt?”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle. “Could you get me a glass?”

“Right!” Toshi flusters and leaves your side quickly, opening a cabinet and handing you the first cup he can reach. You thank him quietly and fill it with water. When you drink, it feels so refreshing that you fill the cup up again once you’re finished and drink all of that too. 

You happily sigh once you’re done, standing up straight and looking at Toshi as you smile. “Come here,” you beckon him with your hand and he smiles back as he takes two large steps and then engulfs you with his long arms. And oh, does it feel nice.

“I love you,” you whisper into his ear. 

“I love you too,” he whispers back, holding you even closer as you positively melt against him. Yes, your eyes are wet, but you swear you’ve never been this happy.

And this tired.

“Can you carry me back to bed?” You laugh, and Toshi can feel the vibrations run through him as you do. “I’m... really tired.”

“Of course,” he smiles. It’s a little difficult carrying you since you didn’t want to stop holding him, so he scoops you up from under your legs. 

“Am I heavy?”

“I may be retired, but I’m still All Might,” he laughs through his nose and you suppose that’s true. “You weigh as much as a feather to me.”

“Someone’s bragging.”

“Hmm, maybe.”

At the end of your banter, Toshi has already made it into your bedroom. He sets you on the bed gently, tucking you under the covers with careful hands before you stop him halfway through. “You’re being silly, Toshi,” you glare playfully at him and he flushes. 

“I didn’t want to assume-”

“Do it. Assume. More than half the time, you’re going to be right. I love you, you know,” you smile and scoot over, allowing him room to lay beside you. The hero just laughs under his breath as he worms his way under the covers. “Good job,” you smile as he wraps his arms around your waist without asking. “That was a good assumption.”

“Thank you,” Toshi hums. His hands run up and down your back soothingly as you wiggle into a comfortable position beside him. Once you’re finally relaxed, your body sinking into the mattress, you feel one of his hands slide up your body and gently grab your face.

Lord help you because oh my God, Toshinori is kissing you. 

It’s innocent and sweet, a goodnight kiss at its finest. But it’s your first kiss with him and it still makes you blush as you look up at him with shocked eyes. “Was that alright?” He shrinks a little in your gaze.

“Yeah, it was great,” you smile and reach up, cupping his jaw in your hands as you lean forward to kiss him again. “Goodnight, Toshi,” you whisper against his lips, feeling his body lightly shiver. 

“Goodnight, darling.”

[quickspinner]

Take a Chance - Ch 7 Second Chance (end)

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Okay, this wasn’t ideal, but maybe it wasn’t totally awful. His hands had been in appropriate places, one skimming her arm and the other cradling her neck as he kissed her, and they were mostly concealed from pedestrians on the sidewalk by the heavy cement steps leading up to Marinette’s door. However, technically they were still in public, and since he was on his way to a gig at a particularly eccentric club he was was pretty heavily made up and punked out. 

So yeah, maybe not the ideal way to meet your girlfriend’s parents. To make it worse he hadn’t immediately registered the discreet cough that had interrupted them, which made Marinette suddenly pulling away from him a little messier than it might have been if he’d had enough warning to get his tongue back in his own mouth before she jerked back. 

“Maman! Papa! You’re early,” Marinette beamed, wiping her mouth quickly with the back of one hand. She was blushing but that was nothing new, she blushed a lot. Other than that she didn’t seem overly concerned, which at least kept Luka from panicking when she turned to him. “Um, this is Luka. Luka, this is my mom, Sabine, and my dad, Tom.”

“Ah, hi, nice to meet you.” He coughed and waved slightly from behind Marinette’s shoulder. At least her mother looked more amused than anything else. Her dad, not so much, unsurprisingly. God she’d never told him her father was so big. 

This is not ye olden days, Marinette is an adult, he doesn’t get a say, Luka reminded himself. 

“Marinette’s told us a lot about you, Luka,” Mrs. Dupain-Cheng (wait, was it Mrs. Cheng? He’d have to ask Marinette later) smiled. “If you’d like you’re welcome to join us for dinner.

“I wish I could, ma’am, but I’m on my way to play with my band right now. I just stopped by to see Marinette for a few minutes before I had to go, since I knew she’d be busy visiting with you for the next few days.”

“How about lunch tomorrow, then, if you’re free?”

Luka hesitated, glancing at Marinette. “I don’t want to intrude on your family time.” They’d only been dating a couple of months, he didn’t know how she felt about having him meet her parents. 

Marinette smiled at him. “I’d like it if you came.” 

Luka’s discomfort melted away under that smile, and he smiled back at her with more affection than he realized. “Then how can I refuse?” Then he blinked and turned his attention back to her mother. “Thank you, ma’am, I’d like that. Marinette can text me the details.”

“Great,” her father boomed, and Luka only just managed not to flinch. “Well, why don’t we go, Marinette? We have reservations.”

Marinette started to turn away and Luka saw a smear of blue on the corner of her mouth. 

“Oh, wait, babe, you’ve got...” He caught her arm and fished a packet of makeup wipes out of his pocket. “You’ve got some of my lipstick on your face,” he told her quietly, hyper-aware of her parents watching them. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. “This stage makeup is super hard to get off if you don’t have the right cleaner.” She let him wipe her lips and the spot right under the hinge of her jaw. “Sorry,” he grinned. “Next time I’ll wait till I get to the club to put it on.”

Marinette giggled and kissed his cheek. “Thanks. Knock ‘em dead.”

He opened his mouth and nearly choked when he realized what he was about to say. He managed to get out a strangled, “Bye, beautiful” that he wasn’t sure she heard as she was walking away. He took a breath and let it out slowly, unable to believe he’d almost blurted “Love you, babe” for the first time, as she was leaving, in front of her parents.

He got to the club on autopilot, and then had to put the whole incident in the back of his mind so he could perform. 

Which, like many things in his life recently, was a little harder than it could have been since he’d forgotten to check his own face before he arrived, and his smeared lipstick earned him a lot of teasing from Jean and Evan and a surprisingly serious reminder to blot after applying from Simon.

***

“So,” he sighed over the phone the next morning. It was way too early to be up after a gig, but nerves got him out of bed early enough to call Marinette before they were supposed to meet up. “How deep in trouble am I with your dad right now?” 

“Not too much? I think he thinks you’re one of those wild college experiences I’m supposed to have while I’m gone.”

Luka frowned. “So he thinks I’m just a fling?”

“More or less, yeah.”

“Do you think that?” he blurted, and then bit his tongue. He hadn’t exactly meant to ask, but he didn’t really want to take it back, either. “I’m not asking if you see yourself marrying me or anything like that,” he added when she didn’t answer right away. “But I mean—if you don’t see us lasting beyond the semester then that’s kind of something I need to know.”

“I—to tell the truth, I haven’t been thinking that hard about it. When I think too far in the future—not about you, but about anything really—I tend to picture all these crazy scenarios and I get all upset, so I’ve kind of gotten in the habit of, um, not thinking too far ahead?” He heard her blow out a frustrated breath. “I don’t have an end date on our relationship, Luka. I don’t—I mean I—“ He could hear her getting upset and hastened to cut in. 

“Okay, okay,” he said soothingly. “It’s okay, Marinette, that’s good enough for me. I just...I want you to know that I’m serious about us and this definitely isn’t a fling for me. So as long as we’re on the same page about that, I’m good.”

“Okay,” she sniffled, and Luka felt sick.

“Oh, Marinette, baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No, it’s okay. They’re good tears. I guess...I didn’t realize I was worried about it until you said that. That you’re serious about me. I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I should know better…”

“Marinette, sweetheart, I’m serious as a heart attack,” Luka said softly, gripping the phone tighter as it nearly vibrated in his shaking hand. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this over the phone but he couldn’t have her thinking like that. “I love you and I’m in this for the long haul.” He took a breath and then added, “So please tell me what I need to know to impress your parents today because after last night I’m kinda freaking out about it. I know they say there’s no second chance to make a first impression but literally anything would probably be an improvement at this point.” He said it to lighten the tension and so she wouldn’t feel pressured to answer him, but it only half worked.

Because she did laugh, but then she said, “You’ll be fine, they’re going to love you because I love you, so stop worrying.”

“Really?” It came out breathless, which wasn’t surprising, since he felt like he might pass out.

“Really,” she replied with a smile in her voice. “Really really, Luka.”

“Thanks, babe. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He paused, and added, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The answer was immediate, and just as earth-shattering as the first time. “Bye, Luka.”

“Bye, Marinette,” he said softly, and made sure he hung up before he whooped at the top of his lungs and threw himself back on his bed.

His phone rang a second later and he picked it up without thinking, still in his euphoric haze.

“Are you dead?” His sister’s sleep-muddled voice barely made an impression.

“She loves me,” he breathed.

“Oh my God, it is too early for this, I’m hanging up before I vomit. Scare me like that again before noon and I will gut you in your sleep.”

“You’re the best, Jules,” he sighed happily. "Wait, did you seriously call me from the other side of the apartment?"

“No way was I getting out of bed if you weren't dying. Hanging up now.”

He dropped the phone back on his nightstand. Five more minutes, he told himself. Five more minutes and then he was going to pull himself together and get ready to meet Marinette’s parents, and he wanted to do it right this time.

Because come hell or high water, he was going to marry that girl someday.

@worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry

[blondie1locks]

Silent killer (Loki)

The avengers sat at the table, Steve and Nat at the heads. Next to Nat was Bruce on her right and across from him was Wanda, Vision next to her. Next to him was Peter and then Clint. On the other side, beside Bruce was Tony, then Loki and Thor. (Steve at the other head.) They were about to eat, and Tony was cooking, leaving his spot empty. It was very hot outside and Loki was leaning on Thor. Nobody was honestly surprised and continued to talk amongst themselves. Thor was involved in the conversation but not Loki. Loki was sweating, not too much, mostly just because of the steam immersing them from Tony’s cooking.

“Is it almost done Tony?” Clint called across the room.

“Yeah, I’m literally starving my ass off.” Nat chimed in quietly but not quietly enough for Tony not to hear.

“I’m working on it.” Tony called.

“I smell something burning.” Nat giggled.

“Hey!” Tony yelled semi offended.

“No, no Mr. Stark I think it smells great.” Peter said.

“Peter, you don’t have to lie to him, he’s a big boy trust me.” Nat said laughing into her fist.

Loki shoved his face further into Thor’s shoulder.

Thor lowered his voice to a whisper, “You alright brother?”

“Hmm.” Loki replied.

“You sure?”

“ ‘M fine Thor.” His voice was muffled. And his face was covered by Thor’s broad shoulder, telling undeniably that he was not REALLY okay. But Thor ignored it for now,

Tony placed down the food to everyone.

“Uh-.” “What’s wrong with Reindeer games?”

“Too hot.” Nat said, putting a piece of chicken into her mouth.

“Well that’s going to be a problem.” Tony said sitting down.

“Why Mr. Stark?” Peter said shoveling food into his mouth.

“Um-” Tony said with food in his mouth “Well the A-C’s broken.”

Nat dropped her fork. And choked, coughing on the bite she was taking. Bruce leaned over and patted her back and she made a gesture of thanking him before taking a sip of water and continuing. “You, probably one of THE richest men in the world, who has a talking robot, your A-C is broken?” “That’s bullshit, just fix it or something.”

“Yeah Nat my A-C is broken, and there is actually nothing I can do about it.” He said shrugging and taking a sip of his drink.

“You build a world class suit with a few materials, inside of a terrorist base where you were being held captive, and you can’t fix your A-C?” She said, pursing her lips.

“Nope.” He said putting another bite into his mouth.

“You want him to get sick.” She said crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “You genuinely want him to suffer.”

“Oh that’s what you think?” He said, placing his fork down. She flicked her hand upwards conclusively and returned it to its original crossed position. He chuckled and continued to eat his food. Peter looked around the room, and sort of arched his shoulders and continued to eat, not wanting to be involved. The others sort of watched and ate with raised eyebrows and darting eyes. Their mouth’s turning up and down according to what each person was saying.

“You said he was a dick yesterday, because you're too stubborn to do anything that’s not your way.” She said.

He rolled his eyes.

“No you know what you can’t just hurt the people that love you all the time because you find it funny.” She said, her voice heightening.

“I don’t do that.” He said picking at his food.

“Yeah,” She said tilting her head. “What about all those times you tried to make Bruce hulk out?”

Bruce gulped. “I was uh- totally fine with that by the way.” Bruce said sheepishly.

Nat looked at him with dead eyes. “Or maybe not.” he said

“What about all the times you took tampons out of my room?” “What’s your excuse for that?” “I mean what did you even use them for?” “Never mind I don’t want to know.” “The point is that you have a new member on “your” team now, who comes with his own set of problems, and things that you can use against him.” “I don’t think that Thor wants to have to take care of his brother every night, every single night for the whole summer Tony!” “I mean honestly you could have called a repair man by now.” “This is the second week in a row that the A-C has been off.” “I’m hot too, it’s hot as balls outside, is the A-C on in your room?”

“Actually I want to know too.” Wanda chimed in. “It’s way too hot for you to be this comfortable.”

“No, actually it’s not.” Tony said cooley.

“I think the heat is just getting to us all.” Steve said, wanting to end the argument.

“Well Tony could fix that.” Nat said.

“Um guys,” Bruce started

“What?” Nat asked.

“I think you're disturbing Loki.” He said nodding towards Loki who had his hands over his ears, and had his face pressed in Thor’s shoulder. Thor was stroking his hair.

Nat sighed, putting her head in her hands. “Sorry.” she said.

“It’s alright Natasha.” Thor said “We are going to go to my room now.” Thor stood up, Loki leaning his weight against him. “Come on brother.” Thor said softly

“Mmmm, don’t feel good.” Loki mumbled.

“I know, it’s okay.” Thor said they got to his room, it was the first to the left of the dining table, but straight out of the dining room. Followed by Loki’s then Wanda’s, Steve’s, Nat’s, Peter’s, Vision’s, Bruce’s, and Tony’s at the end of the hall.

Thor at Loki down on the bed, “Here you go brother.” Loki was very pale, he was sweating and honestly he just felt like crying. Had he just been at the table? Father shouting at him? He was not sure where he was really, he tried to stand up to go and see, but Thor urged him down.

“No, no, stay seated brother.” “I’m going to make you feel better just hold on.” Loki rubbed his eyes, the room was spinning, he felt his head getting lighter and lighter, like it was now floating above his body. But his stomach felt heavier, a pit was growing in it. He tried to open his mouth to tell Thor, but his brother was already there with the trash, catching his freefalling vomit. (blue vomit) into the bin.

Loki groaned, his head now felt full of rocks, he fell back on the bed exhausted. But the worst was not over he felt another wave of nausea hit him like bricks and he tumbled over onto himself, grabbing the edges of the bin, and Thor's arm to keep himself steady as his magic broke loose. It swirled around him as he projectile vomited neon green into the trash. Swirling around him were images in a green fog, animated slightly, there was Loki, in his armor and hat, smiling maliciously. Loki in chains, Looking down, Loki falling down the stairs, Loki being beat, Loki laughing, Loki turning into a snake, Loki sleeping. This time he fell back with more force, panting he was now sweating profusely and Thor was at his aid. The images disappeared.

Loki was crying, it was so painful to have that much magic escape from him. He opened his mouth and licked the tears off of his upper lip. Thor pulled him in.

“Are you okay brother?”Thor askes. Loki whimpered.

“Shhh.” “shhh” “You're okay, you're okay.” Thor was rocking him, and picked him up to cradle him.

“Okay, shhh, Loki?” Loki looked up at him with scared eyes.

“Let’s go get your pillow okay?” Loki nodded. He had a cool retaining pillow for this very purpose. They walked into his room and got it, he hadn't really done much to his room which made Thor slightly sad. Loki clutched onto his pillow tightly.

“I can’t.” He sobbed into Thor’s chest.

“No, no no.” Loki grabbed onto Thor’s strong arms. “I can’t.”

What’s wrong Loki what can’t you do?” Thor began to stoke down his hair again. They entered Thor’s room, and Loki went into a fit of coughing. And as he coughed you could see how drained he was becoming.

“Come here Loki.” Thor put Loki back on the bed with his pillow, he continued to cough, it was a dry cough, you could hear it wracking his lungs. Finally he stopped. He rolled onto his back, still clutching the pillow, fresh tears in his eyes, and he latched onto Thor.

“Okay, shh Loki you're okay.” Thor sat down on the bed, squeezing Loki just to get that pressure therapy aspect in there, but not so hard that he might vomit again.

“Thor I feel bad.”

“Hey, hey why Loki?” Thor was still stroking his hair.

“I made them fight?” He asked.

“No, no, no.” “They just have too much faith in the man of iron, Tony.” “He can never live up to it.” “That or, or it could be that he is, doing something to get in my skin.” “Under my skin?” THor explained getting lost in the talking. It got semi late and Thor and Loki fell asleep, the other Avengers were in their beds. In the night Loki woke up in a cold sweat. He felt the room wobbling from side to side, he felt his head pounding against itself from the inside. He sat up and pushed against his temples. Curling over onto himself in pain. He licked his lips and tried not to cry. He was not in his right mind, didn’t have real control over his body, or emotions, but the part of his brain that was still functioning properly did not want to wake up Thor.

But evidently Thor woke up. Loki was hyperventilating, his face beat red. His eyelids were heavy, and kept drooping down.

“Loki?” Thor said, trying to make out the details of the sitting figure beside him in the dark.

“Okay,” Thor sat up and was able to see Loki was crying, and holding his stomach, he was sweating, and his skin was burning hot to the touch. It was even hotter than it had been when they went to sleep, even though the sun was down.

“Shh, Loki, I’m gonna pick you up okay?” Loki mumbled in agreement. Thor at Loki down on the floor, leaning against the bathtub, and he took a cool cloth and dabbed his forehead. Loki sighed.

“Shhh, yeah there you go.” Thor said, kissing Loki on the top of his head.

Thor continued to dab his head with a cool, damp cloth, for no more than 10 minutes before he had to help Loki over to the toilet.

Loki was hunched over, he gagged and projectile vomited into the bowl, falling backwards, but Thor was there to catch him. Thor helped him back to the toilet where he more dribbled vomit out of his mouth before he threw up again. He was however, thankful that his magic was not acting up. They sat there until Loki had no more strength, and nothing left to throw up. Thor sensed someone at the doorway to his room, which he had been sure to close, not wanting to wake up the others. He opened it to see Nat.

“How is he?” she asked, she was dressed in a large t-shirt and shorts. Thor looked at her stunned. Surely he hadn't woken her up, they had been very quiet.

“Light sleeper.” She explained.

“Can I come in?”

Thor was a little flustered. “Oh, yes of course.” “We weren’t too loud were we?” “do you think we woke the others?”

“No definitely not.” She said peeking around the bathroom entry. “Can I go see him?”

“Oh, yes of course.” He said following her in. Loki was not looking well, he seemed to have fallen asleep. Thor was grateful that he was getting any rest at all. He was pale, and sweating, his hair was matted to his face, and although asleep his hands were still shaking. Thor picked him up.

“There you go.” He said placing Loki back on the bed although he knew he could not hear him.

“He probably needs water.” Nat said, cleaning the sweat off of his forehead.

“Yeah, okay, he has his water bottle in his room.” They walked there together, Loki’s dark green water bottle was on his night stand. Thor picked it up, and they went to the kitchen to fill it. Thor also added ice, Nat said colder water was better. Nat got a bottle of Advil, and pepto-bismol. From the kitchen cabinet.

“How you feeling?” She asked Loki as soon as they saw he was awake.

“Not good.” He mumbled into his pillow.

“Okay, drink this can you?” She asked him handing him his water bottle. He nodded. He looked like death. His under eyes were purple and dark, even though he had just been asleep.

“Just drink it slowly brother.” Thor said as he sat next to Loki on the bed, positioning them so that Loki was leaning on Thor.

“It will be over soon.” He said and kissed the top of Loki’s head. Loki leaned against Thor, drinking his water slowly. But it was hard for him to swallow. His body was betraying him, it never got so hot in Asgard, and when it did he could just stay inside and read. He would watch Thor play outside. Completely unaware of what heat could do to him.

Loki grunted his stomach hurt from the water. “No more.” He said pushing his water bottle away. Thor took it and screwed the lid on. Loki buried his face in Thor’s chest.

“Don’t fall asleep yet brother.” Thor said handing Loki the medicine.

“Whas this?” he said, still slurring his words.

“It will help you feel better.” Natasha said.

“Yes.” “Just take it okay Loki?”

“It’s poison.” Loki said, “You want to poison me?” “Because I’m not like you?” “I’m an evil and vile monster, is that what you think, ey? He scooted off Thor.

“No, Loki-” He raised his hand to touch Loki’s shoulder, and he flinched violently. Thor looked at his hand and placed it down. Loki was still freaking out.

“Hey, hey.” Thor raised his hand more slowly. Loki jerked back.

“No, no!” Loki said. “They are gonna get you.”

“Who?”

“The avengers.” “They won’t let you keep hitting me.” “locking me in cells.” “Torturing me with heat.” “I promise you Thor will tell them one day.” “And you can’t get away with it anymore, you can’t.” Loki said, voice breaking.

“He thinks I’m our father…” Thor said, his voice trailing off at the end.

“Your father did those things?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he, he wasn’t a big fan of Loki I guess,” “I was too blinded by how well I was treated.”

Loki broke off in a fit of coughs again, his magic was unstable, and the wall behind his kept changing colors as he coughed. Nat was staring at the wall, Thor was looking at his brother.

Loki collapsed onto Thor’s lap.

“Hey, shh, your okay brother.”

“Thor?” Loki looked up, his eyes wide like a fearful child. Loki took the medicine, and fell asleep.

“Let’s just hope he sleeps through the night.” Nat said.

“Hopefully.” Thor replied. “You know I do feel badly, about what happened to him through his life, with our father.”

“I know.” Natasha said sweetly. She smiled. “I was my headmistress’ favorite child, so blinded by receiving her praise that I forgot I was the favorite because I was good at my job,” She sighed. “And my job was killing.” She crossed her arms and looked off. “She was so mean to the other girls, but not me, she treated me like an angel.” She scrunched her face. “They were beat every night Thor, every night, while I slept soundly.”

[vore-scientist]

In Which Yonah and Sophia Go For a Walk (safe, soft, sfw, willing G/t vore)

A Tale of the Mystic Woods

Princess Sophia and Yonah the Wizard are my OCs, they are both adults, and part of my Mystic Woods series. 

Warnings: mention of unwilling (but still safe) vore NO ADDITIONAL WARNINGS! 

Has a lot of tender moments. Also this ended up being more plot relevant and lore heavy than I intended... 

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It had been a pretty rotten week. 

Yonah leaned out the window to stare into the dark night, not really looking at the stunning almost full moon that hung against the expansive starfield. Sophia sat next to him, by his right arm, leaning into him. 

It started off /amazing/ with a failure of an experimental spell he’d been working on for months. This final blow meant it was time to abandon the idea. This wasn’t the first time, but it never felt good. 

And from his frustrations he’d been more grumpy than normal. More of his projects blew up in his face, including a routine potion brewing! Plus he didn’t do any lesson planning for Sophia. He needed to rework his entire teaching strategy but so far was failing at that too. And when he tried to teach her something he almost blew up at her, even ate her without casting her enchantment. 

Though she got her revenge by casting it inside of him. He knew he deserved the painful explosion, but even as he coughed up the sparkling purple dust he refused to cough up the princess for another hour. 

And her lessons were now more important than ever. After about a year of notes on her progress he and Ben had noticed a strange pattern and started paying closer attention. Last month it became clear what was going on. 

He was trying to contain his anger, and he was doing a pretty bad job of it. Sophia had stood up and placed herself in his folded arms. He stood up and held her, but didn’t really look at her. 

“Would belly rubs make you feel better?” Sophia reached out to touch his stomach. His pulse raced beneath her, noticeable even from his palms. 

Ugh. His gut felt tight and icky. Maybe it would make him feel better. 

“I don’t deserve any. Especially after yesterday... And today, after another abysmal attempt to give your lesson without prep! The fact that I didn’t prepare anything!” 

“This isn’t about you earning a treat, Yonah. I’m trying to cheer you up!”

“Then I guess it’s worth a shot,” he tried to smile but his face rejected that notion.

The princess was below his nose and he breathed deeply, letting her sent become his world. It failed to permeate his jumbled mind.

 He licked her face, mostly her right cheek, and she giggled, putting her hands on his tongue as he licked again. 

She tasted so good. He never got tired of her flavor. And her little exclamations of joy as he playfully fought her with his tongue did lift his heart just a bit. 

But his stomach only tightened at the prospect of eating her. His heart beat against his lungs and breathing was just a smidge difficult. But as she set the enchantment he opened his mouth for her to crawl in. 

Thankfully the smooth and heavy glass form was easy to swallow with gravity doing a lot of the work for him. And she slid into his stomach, stretching it out nicely. Still, there was a Sophia sized knot left in his throat. 

She wasted no time and massaged his insides before she was fully in the chamber. 

He sighed, feeling his chest press against her as he inhaled. 

“Goodness you are tense!” 

He almost laughed. Standing up he cradled his full stomach. As he used his hands to gently rock his gut he felt Sophia slide about, making no effort to stabilize herself. That was always strange. 

“Is this helping?” Sophia didn’t appreciate being tossed about though it was kinda fun. She pushed out with a hand. 

The lump in his throat swelled and a few more hot lead cogs loosely screwed into his head, making it run faster and become even heavier. Steam started to literally come out of his ears and hair. 

“No,” he admitted, poking a finger at the spot where Sophia’s hand was. She stroked that area in particular.. 

“Guess all moods can’t be cured with belly rubs?”

“The world would be a much better place if they could,” Yonah mused. 

“You really think that many people out there are getting belly rubs like these?”

“Heh… probably not…”

“And ‘make the world a better place’ as if you have such an impact on the big wide world!” 

Yonah said nothing as his head grew hotter. After a minute he climbed out the window to land with a THUD in the garden. Sophia yelped in surprise as she bounced. 

“Hey! I didn’t mean you weren’t important!”

Still he said nothing. 

If only she knew. 

He rounded the tower to the pool at the back. 

But she couldn’t know! Ben had ordered him not to tell! And he agreed! 

Sophia could not know she had already been chosen to be the next Mystic King. It was rare to know ahead of time, this opportunity meant that when the time came she could possibly be the greatest king this forest has ever known. And he was to train her. To strengthen her bond to the forest, it’s magic, and it’s people. 

He was so so so important. 

He knelt by the pool and held his pounding head. 

Even with a nearly full moon it was hard to see his reflection as his eyes filled with steam and he shook. Managing to take his fogged up glasses off to see glowing eyes stare up at him from the water. Shimmering orange, and still blurry. 

It was so much! And already he was failing! He was a wizard from a small giant village in the Implausible Mountains! He knew nothing about being the Mystic King, he knew nothing about the forest and it’s magic! So how could he teach someone to be it’s king?! Not to mention the Mystic King inherits Orr. One kingdom was a lot, but TWO!? How long did he even have to get her ready? Ben could live another few decades or by some shitty cosmic fortune die tomorrow and Sophia would be King! She could be King tomorrow and she was currently sitting in his stomach! 

How dare he eat the future king! HIS Future king! 

Was that Sophia trying to get his attention or just his nerves causing his stomach to do somersaults? It didn’t really matter. He leaned forward clutching his middle, choking and heaving. The lump in his stomach made it’s way up mercifully fast. 

It was about when she was really starting to worry, as her surroundings shook and the heart above her pounded faster and faster, that the walls around her pulsed and threw her about and then up and out! 

SPLASH 

From the sauna like interior of the giant into the chilly creek water she fell from Yonah’s mouth. When she surfaced he was still coughing and spitting up whatever fluids were left as plumes of steam billowed from the corners of his bright eyes. He reached into the pool to splash water against his face a few times. Eventually there was no more steam. 

She waited for him to calm down to the point where he was at least breathing easy. He was laying face down on the ground, well, face to the side, since she climbed out of the water and looked down at him. His breath was still hot and dried her off quickly. The glow of his eyes dimmed away, though in the darkness of the night his eyes still stood out. 

Sophia dispelled her curse, embracing the heat that radiated off the wizard which fought against the chill of the night. 

“Sorry I wasn’t able to help.”

Yonah took a deep breath, “It’s not your fault.”

It wasn’t her fault the forest chose her! She didn’t even know! He had no resentment towards the Wood’s choice. Having been Sophia’s guardian and friend for the last two years he knew she was something special. And now she had a destiny. She would be amazing, will of the gods or not! He would make sure of it. Amazing, powerful, influential, a King to sing songs about for centuries to come! 

And this future King who would command the power of the Mystic Woods, become part of the Mystic Woods itself… she was sitting by his face, stroking his nose. She was still the princess, still his charge, still without the burden of her own future. 

 Still his best friend. 

Finally he found the strength to sit up, grabbing the princess as he did so he could hold her to his chest. She leaned into it And They rested like that for a few minutes. 

“Do you want to eat me again?” she asked. 

For the first time that night he smiled genuinely. His stomach still twisted. 

“No, my princess,” he said softly, bringing her to his face to kiss her side, “What I need is to clear my head.”

He stood up, taking his glasses with him, the princess crawled to his shoulder. There was no way he was going to sleep anytime soon, but he couldn’t be sure about Sophia. 

“Are you up for a midnight patrol?” he asked. 

“Absolutely!”

“I’ll get my hat.” 

Normally Yonah reduced himself for patrols. Even before Sophia was assigned to be his prisoner. There was just certain types of scouting that weren’t possible when a giant. Or half-giant. He wanted to walk the woods as his full self, even if it meant dealing with branches in his face. 

Sophia rode in a special sling harnessed to Yonah’s robes. The harness itself allowed her to maneuver using carabiners across his chest, his back, and on one side, down to his knees, though it was less stable there. Mostly she stayed by his shoulders. It did make it easier for her to hop on and off his person if they stopped anywhere. 

This was apparently a common accessory for full giants and dragons with many human friends. 

They really should go on more night patrols. The Mystic Woods was home to numerous nocturnal people’s, and others out on “dark” business. 

Even without Yonah using any of his mother’s Ranger Training, they saw an abundance of creatures. 

A pack of silver magnolia wolves, the largest of which stopped to sniff at the wizard who smelled of smoke. The smallest yipped until Sophia jumped down to let it lick her hands under the gaze of both the adult wolves and the giant. It’s eyes were bright and grey like the moon, while it’s coat occasionally shimmered like the night sky. 

At one point an old Grand Owl swooped down And latched herself to Yonah’s harness. She opens one yellow eye to glare at the wizard and princess, daring them to question her actions. Before closing the eye and taking a quick nap. Maybe she knew the wizard walked in the direction she was already heading. Maybe she didn’t care about her destination. 

Neither Yonah nor Sophia dared disturb her. It was ten minutes later she hooted wildly and took off without even a thank you. 

Until they found a clump of pristine feathers lodged into the harness once they returned to the tower. Good as spell components and fletching for magical arrows!

A few pixies somehow gathered up the courage to approach the pair halfway through their night, or rather, they skipped up to Sophia while Yonah took a break, lying on the forest floor, and she on his chest. 

They chattered And jumped around, covering her in pixie dust. Their language a bit difficult to discern. Eventually, through encouragement to speak slower and pantomime, she learned they were concerned for her! A beautiful, And otherwise not-cursed, undisguised princess out in the Mystic Woods at night, was she trying to tempt a tale? 

“I’m not alone,” she smiled and pat the “ground” and Yonah stirred. He had fallen into a light nap. 

The pixies shrieked and scattered as Yonah sat up, Sophia falling into his lap. 

“Wha-“

“Shhhh” 

Sophia motioned for him to relax, and stay quiet. 

“It’s ok! He’s my guardian,” she called out. 

Curiosity peaked, especially waking to find Sophia covered in shimmering powder, Yonah made sure to be as still as possible. 

And inhaled sharply as the pixies eventually returned. The on average 9 inch tall insect-like people had never seen a giant before. They’d heard of beings that the big folk called giant, but never thought they would see one. 

Yonah didn’t have the heart to tell them he was half-giant. They were already so brave for trusting him, as he sat unmoving. It was hard. The pixie dust got up his nose and he almost sneezed them all away. 

Eventually he was able to give them a sample of magic apple butter. Letting them first take tastes from the jar that was to them so massive it worried they could fall in and get stuck. After declaring their love for the spiced preserves he had Sophia aliquot some into sample vials She had in her satchel. They buzzed with delight and disappeared into the forest. 

Since Yonah was clearly able to sleep It was time to head back. After they collected the pixie dust off Sophia’s person. Waste not want not! And she was covered in the stuff! 

They did not they get very far on their return when,

“Fancy seeing you here!” A voice came from the trees as an elf leapt out of the dark, making good use of the harness. They had dark mottled green skin, tall ears, long tightly braided black hair and huge black eyes that  reflected the stars. Making use of the giant’s momentary startled state they smiled a fanged smile up at the princess. 

“Jacuzzi!” Sophia helped the elf climb to her and give her a hug, before they turned to sort of embrace the neck of the wizard. Yonah didn’t stop his progression back to the tower. 

“What are you doing so late?” Sophia asked. 

 “What’s that smell?” Yonah added. 

Sophia could smell it too. It was… not a good smell… it smelled almost like…

“I’m collecting Moon Dancer Droppings!” Jacuzzi exclaimed, holding up their satchel. “Most potent during the day before the full moon!” 

“You...  have a bag of shit…” Sophia leaned away. 

“Magical shit!” Jacuzzi looked extremely proud of themself. 

“Wait really?” Yonah pulled the elf from his shoulder and Jacuzzi presented to him the bag of deer poop. His eyes glowed and his hand curled around Jacuzzi. He could take it, there were so many plants in his garden that could benefit from the magic and nutrient boost. 

But Jacuzzi knew better, they weren’t phased in the slightest. 

“I’ll trade yah for some if you like!” they had a wicked grin on their face and their long ears were sticking straight up. 

The elf and wizard negotiated back and forth until they reached the tower, finally coming to an agreement of one spelled invisibility stone for a generous amount of the fertilizer. Knowing elf culture there were a million things Jacuzzi could want the invisibility spell for, but likely for some elaborate prank. 

Not knowing how far from their home village the tower currently was, Yonah offered to let Jacuzzi stay the night. But the elf turned it down, but didn’t turn down the offer of some cool apple juice before heading out. They even took a bottle to go. Yonah had tons in his magically cold storage room. 

“Pleasure doing business with yah Mr Wizard, and goodnight Princess,” the elf took hold of a vine and swung down the tower, disappearing into the night. 

As Yonah watched the elf go he thought back on the night. Just from one excursion Sophia had done so much with the Wood’s folk. All he had to do was be there for her, encouraging, protecting, and instructing where he could. As he planned more trips into the Woods his head started to deflate of a significant amount of stress. He could do this. And if it mostly went like tonight, it would even be fun! 

Sophia turned, looking up at Yonah, and was relieved to see him smiling too. Then she yawned and the wizard picked her up, hugging her gently and went downstairs to finally get a good night’s rest. 

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[mint-kook]

Coffee Shops || Jeon Jungkook

♡  Request: hey! can i request a scenario where jungkook sees a non-asian girl at a cafe but he’s too shy to approach her so the boys help him out and he finds out she’s a student at SNU?? thank you!!

♡  word count: 1.5k

♡  Author’s Note: I literally told myself “you’re going to write something. you are not allowed to go to bed until you write something”. So now it is 11:30pm and I’m finally going to bed!

Transferring across the world to a university you barely knew anything about was one of the most stressful things you had ever done, but you couldn’t be anymore happier now that you were here. It was as if everything was finally going your way and you were able to finally enjoy life as it was meant to be.

Exams and finals had plagued your thoughts the last couple weeks and finally they were all over, everything coming to an end and falling off of your shoulders. It was like the weight was finally gone, and you could let yourself relax.

You found yourself frequenting a small coffee shop that you had started studying in, enjoying the atmosphere and the regular customers whom you had befriended while looking over notes and ordering more coffee to fuel your sessions.

It was normally the same people entering the shop, always familiar faces being the ones that reflected in your eyes and bombarded your vision. So of course, when a new face entered the shop you were immediately intrigued.

The stranger had pitch black hair, his eyes a shade of brown you found attracting every little bit of your attention. He wore nothing more than a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants you recognized to be an expensive pair designed by the company, Puma. He wore a hat atop of his head, covering most of his locks but allowing the subtle curls to poke out from underneath.

He looked around the shop for a moment, taking in the surroundings you had come to know like the back of your hand and letting a small smile come across his face. A smile of your own made its way across your features at the small teeth poking out from his upper lip and you raised your hand to hide your own happiness.

You directed your attention to the laptop that you had sitting in front of you, the page opened to some random website you had bookmarked when browsing for information on one of your essays. You had told yourself that you would come back to it at some point, and now you found yourself reading about seashells and sea mammals.

The sound of someone coughing slightly attracted your attention and you looked up from the laptop, recognizing the stranger who had entered, and watching as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. His other hand gripped a cup, holding onto it so tightly you thought he might crush it and burn himself.

“Is this seat -- um, taken?” The question came out a little stuttered and you let a small giggle escape your lips at his obvious nervousness. You shook your head in response and watched as a small blush coated his cheeks, the chair becoming occupied in a second as he sat down across from you.

You continued to take in his features, allowing your eyes to linger a little longer than normal at the way his lips wrapped around the lid of the cup. He sipped his drink lightly before setting it down and looking up, locking his eyes with your own.

“I’m Jungkook.”

“Y/N,” you replied, outstretching your hand. He took it carefully, gripping lightly so as not to hurt you. He shook your hand gently and you couldn’t help but smile wider. His hands seemed so rough against your own and you could only assume it might have been the reason why his arms seemed to fit so nicely into his shirt.

He stayed quiet for a moment longer as he brought his hand back to his side, letting his own eyes take in your own features.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” the blush that coated his cheeks at your words was enough to make you laugh, the shyness being very obvious as he continued to sit across from you.

“You speak Korean very well,” he replied. You nodded along to his words, used to this kind of compliment. You had been in Korea for almost two years now, working towards your third year for your degree. Within that time you had taken the chance to learn the language and the culture, adapting quickly to it and learning as much as you could.

Everything was so different than where you were from, contrasting starkly to the customs you had at home, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. You loved the way people interacted, the way they spoke, the way they met.

“I’ve been living in Korea for two years. I actually go to Seoul National University,” you informed. His eyes widened at the information and you could help but snicker. It always made you pleased to know people were so impressed by this, especially because you looked so, foreign.

“That’s really cool. I could never imagine going to another country just for schooling,” you smiled at his words but brushed them off coolly.

“It’s all about the experience. I love to learn and I thought this would be a fun challenge,” you shrugged as you explained the reasoning to him and you watched as he nodded along. He seemed to understand why you had chosen to leave your own home and come somewhere else for a school.

The two of you stayed quiet for a while, letting the silence envelope the two of you and enjoying just being in each other’s company. It was odd, being able to relax so much with someone you had just met.

There had been cases like this in the past, and you had always ended up excusing yourself and leaving. In this moment you couldn’t imagine leaving, just enjoying the way it felt to be in Jungkook’s presence. You sipped your own coffee and let your eyes travel upwards, locking eyes with the boy who had been staring at you.

He choked in that moment, the liquid getting caught in his own throat and stopping all chances of air entering his lungs. You covered your mouth as you let out laughter and you could see the looks of other customers slowly moving over to the two of you, trying to figure out what the ruckus was and why somebody was dying so rudely.

You tried to take in a breath after letting out the last of your giggles and Jungkook smiled up at you, letting the little bit of hair poking out from under his hat fall into his eyes. Your own smile softened as you continued to lock eyes with Jungkook, just taking in each others features.

“So, what do you do?” You let the question linger before the two of you, waiting for an answer from Jungkook.

“I roam around coffee shops looking for cute girls,” he winked as he spoke the last word and you scoffed, trying to hide the smile that was making its way across your features again.

“Very smooth prince charming, who literally choked on his coffee five seconds ago,” Jungkook made a sound of protest as you pointed out the fact of the matter and you let out a happy sigh.

“That was only because you looked at me with those eyes. I thought I was going to be electrocuted just staring at them,” Jungkook smirked and you knew in that moment that this boy was not the shy little angel he had appeared to be when he had first entered the shop. You narrowed your eyes at him as you thought about what to say next, watching as he relaxed into his seat and continued to hold eye contact with you.

“Not afraid now are you,” you pointed out. He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. The sound of someone’s phone going off attracted your attention away from Jungkook and you watched as he reached into his own pocket and pulled out a device.

He stayed quiet as he read over whatever message had been sent to him. A sigh escaped his lips and he looked at you quickly. You knew what was about to happen and you didn’t hesitate to pull out a scrap piece of paper and a pen from your bag, scribbling something down.

You folded the paper into a small square before putting your things back and sliding it across the table to him. He eyed you warily before picking up the piece and unfolding it, his smile growing wider as he read over the note.

“That’s my number, text me sometime and we can hang out again,” you stood from your seat, already packing your things and getting ready to leave as he stood up.

“I’ll do that as soon as possible, bye Y/N,” you wished Jungkook goodbye in return and watched as he made his way out of the building. You felt something ping in your chest, despite the knowledge that this wouldn’t be the last time you would see him.

You continued to pack up your things and finally slung your bag across your shoulder. You picked up your coffee with one hand and slid your phone into your back pocket as the sound of your text tone went off. You pulled the device out and looked at the message you had received.

Is it too soon to text you? - Jungkook

You felt your heart flutter and you knew already that you had fallen for the stranger from the coffee shop.

[bangtantannie]

The Dance

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, featuring Jimin and NCT’s Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta

Genre: High School! AU, Fluff

Rating: Mature (just for... stronger swearing)

Warning: Use of swear words

A/N: HELLO I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD (Only temporarily, college is beating my ass like no tomorrow TT) Anyway! This is for the absolutely wonderful, AMAZING, perfect little bby @ultmay who sent in MY FIRST EVER REQUEST. I hope I did your request justice love, I really appreciate and love you and I hope you appreciate and love this little one shot in return. This is also my first attempt at fluff y’all, don’t attack me if you didn’t get cavities from the lack of sweetness I’m tRYIng.

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Summary: Once news of a school dance breaks out, Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to ask his best friend and childhood crush, Y/n to the dance and confess his feelings.

It started with that stupid dance. As soon as his teacher had made the announcement of a school dance, an idea taken from western schools to promote interaction within the student body, Jungkook perked up. This was his chance to finally confess to Y/n. It was the final stretch of the school year and he almost couldn’t believe his first year of high school was almost over. The school dance was mainly meant for third-year students as it would do good for them to let loose with the people they suffered the last three years with and celebrate the end of exam season, but the school deemed it unfair to exclude the younger students.

Jungkook’s head turned the instant he noticed Jaehyun turning toward him. He felt something within him snap when the familiar dimple made its way onto his pale cheek as his eyebrows danced above his mischievous eyes. He made a motion to throw his eraser at Jaehyun’s face, feeling a sadistic sense of satisfaction when Jaehyun flinched slightly. If Jaehyun thought that was the end of it, he was sadly mistaken because the second their homeroom teacher dismissed them for the day, Jaehyun’s head was met with a smack that had some poor kid in the front of the room flinching from the resulting thwack.

“SON OF A-“ Jaehyun said loudly, stopping just before he could say something he would regret since the teacher had yet to fully make his exit from the buzzing classroom. Girls were whispering gleefully, some boys wore looks of hopelessness, others nervousness. “That hurt you bitch.” Jaehyun hissed, wincing as he rubbed the throbbing portion of his head.

“You deserved it you bastard.” Jungkook responded coolly, popping a small rice cracker into his mouth. A post-school snack was a must, he needed to reward himself for making it through the day.

“You are gonna ask Y/n to the dance right?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes deceivingly innocent.

Jungkook shrugged, “Gotta see if she wants to go with anyone first.”

“What are you even talking about, you idiot.” Jaehyun snatched a cracker from the small package in Jungkook’s hand, ignoring the glare pointed at him. “Of course she would want to go with you. You’re both like head over heels for each other.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Not this shit again.”

“It’s true, and really think about how you’re gonna ask her, because she’s one of the pretty ones in this school, and someone’s gonna snatch her up if you aren’t fast enough.” Jaehyun waved his hand in farewell as he left the classroom.

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Jungkook walked quietly, mulling over Jaehyun’s words for the past few weeks. The dance was just two days away, and he knew if he didn’t ask Y/n today, he would be pulling a dick move if he asked her tomorrow. Putting a girl under the pressure of finding a dress and coordinating colors and all that other stuff – you might as well tell her to jump off a bridge or something.

In his backpack was a small tulip he had picked up on the walk to school. The looks he received from the florist were absolutely humiliating. He could barely look the woman in the eye without seeing her erupt in little giggles. He probably thought he was going to ask some girl out or something – she wasn’t exactly wrong, but not exactly spot on either.

“What’s got your heads up in the clouds Kook?” A familiar voice filled his ears.

Jungkook’s eyes lifted, meeting Jimin’s curious eyes. “Jimin-ssi.” Jungkook said habitually.

“AISH It’s hyung you little shit.” Jimin scolded, giving Jungkook’s head a quick smack. Jungkook knew Jimin didn’t really mind the nickname, after all it stuck after the second year of their friendship. Jimin easily slung an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders, adjusting his pace to meet Jungkook’s. “So, are you gonna ask Y/n to the dance today?” Jimin asked loudly.

Jungkook quickly shoved his hands over Jimin’s mouth, looking around as if Jimin confessed his greatest sin for everyone to hear. “Will you shut up?”

“So are you gonna ask her?” Jimin asked again after Jungkook hesitantly uncovered Jimin’s plush lips. Jungkook shuffled awkwardly, hiding behind his fringe. “Daebak. You are! Oh Jungkook.” Jimin wrapped his arm against Jungkook’s neck, putting in some sort of headlock. “THAT’S MY BOY.” Jimin praised him, dragging him down the sidewalk.

“Agh, hyung you’re choking me.” Jungkook said, feeling the sweet oxygen leave his lungs.

“Oops, sorry. I’m just a bit excited.” Jimin

“Well, don’t be. She might say no.” Jungkook grumbled. Hopefully the rose was still intact in his backpack.

“What do you mean she could say no? She’s practically in love with you.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Well, she wants Yuta to ask her to the dance.” Jungkook said, falling into step with Jimin.

“It’ll be fine okay, you’re gonna ask her, she’s gonna say yes, and then next thing you know BAM. You’re married.” Jimin said, grinning towards Jungkook just as they walked through the gates of the school.

The sight of a familiar figure ahead made the pair freeze at the gate. In the middle of the courtyard stood Y/n’s small figure, her face shell-shocked as Yuta held a scarily large bouquet of red roses in front of her. Behind him stood his friends holding a banner with some corny way to ask Y/n to the dance, but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to read it.

Jimin looked at Jungkook hesitantly, physically wincing when he was met with the dictionary definition of utter heartbreak. “I’m sorry man.”

Silently, Jungkook reached into his backpack to pull out the tulip, dropping it on the floor in disappointment, “Don’t be, she got what she wanted in the end.” Jungkook pushed past the crowd that formed around Y/n and Yuta, bitterly making his way into the building.

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Jungkook panted as he hopped the fence dividing his property and Y/n’s. His jaw clenched just thinking about that stupid dance.

Jungkook was confused when he saw Momo on Yuta’s arm instead of Y/n. All eyes were on the pair, and they couldn’t get enough of the attention. Whispers of “Where’s Y/n” were shared among every group. When Yuta and Momo finally met up with the rest of his little posse, they made a huge spectacle. The boys cheered and Yuta basked in their antics. Jungkook had the displeasure of standing right beside the group, having to watch their stupid little handshakes and bro hugs.

Yuta turned to Taeyong, who was silently watching from his place against the wall. “I did it, now cough up the cash.”

Taeyong sighed, “She’s just a first year Yuta. It wouldn’t have killed you to do something nice for once. You knew how much she liked you.”

Yuta waved off his remark “Yeah yeah, save your little speech for someone that actually cares I-“

All Jungkook saw was red. How dare he. Y/n was bouncing off the walls when Yuta asked her to the dance. She was practically glowing, and constantly fussing over how she should do her hair, her makeup. Hell she was even worried the beautiful dress she was planning to wear was too childish. Jungkook couldn’t help himself, and his rage took over him for a short moment. The next thing he knew, Yuta was on the floor, rubbing his jaw as some teacher yanked him by the collar and quite literally threw him out of the dance.

All Jungkook could think about was Y/n, and how heartbroken she must be, waiting for Yuta, who would never be ringing that doorbell to take her to the dance.

Hesitantly, Jungkook sat beside Y/n, who was curled into herself. The only signs of her heartbreak was her quivering shoulders and the little sniffle. Out of habit, his arm moved to come around her, but he dropped it on the grass behind her after thinking better of it. Jungkook only found it in him to wrap her in a one-armed hug when she delicately placed her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of her tears seep into his suit.

“He never came.” Y/n croaked, her throat dry from the tears that she worked so hard to fight back fifteen minutes before the dance would officially be starting.

Jungkook sighed, opting not to say anything. Instead, he rubbed small circles onto her bare shoulder and nuzzled his cheek into the side of her head. He wasn’t a very physical person, but he would be stupid to think Y/n didn’t need a hug right then.

After a while, Jungkook got tired of wallowing in Y/n’s sadness. This wasn’t Y/n, and he wanted the girl that protected his glorious mountain in the sandbox in elementary school back.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jungkook said, pulling Y/n up with him. He rolled his eyes when Y/n whined in protest and pouted down at him. That’s right, Jungkook had yet to hit his growth spurt and Y/n had quite a few centimeters on him right now. “What the point in crying over some senior that never talked to you anyway. I was afraid he was up to no good when he suddenly asked you to that dance anyway.” Jungkook grumbled, scrolling through his phone. Once he found what he was looking for, he walked to the large tree in the yard, switching on the fairy lights Y/n and Jungkook used to decorate the ancient tree when they were little.

“Way to rub it into my face that I’ve been stupid all this time Kook,” Y/n laughed wryly to herself as she tried to subtly tried to wipe her tears away. Now that the darkness was gone, her puffy eyes were evident.

Jungkook glared softly at her. He grabbed her hands and yanked her closer to him, practically making her fall into him. Then, he placed her hands on his shoulders, and he placed his hands on her waist. He tapped the screen on his phone and started forcing Y/n to sway with him as the first notes of a Y/n’s favorite song filled the air.

“Jungkook?” Y/n asked, swaying awkwardly to the forceful movements Jungkook called “slow dancing”.

“What?” Jungkook snapped. He couldn’t let Y/n know that he had no idea how to dance. She would never let him hear the end of it.

“What are we doing?” Y/n asked, knowing that Jungkook was flustered. She appreciated the efforts he was going to cheer him up. She knew he never danced a single step in his life, and here he was, trying to lead her in a slow dance.

“I figured, I’d just bring that stupid dance here. You’re all dressed up and everything and I don’t wanna hear you whining later that you didn’t get to put it to any use.” Jungkook mumbled, avoiding Y/n’s eyes.

Y/n let out a little giggle “Thank you Jungkookie. I probably look like a mess right now.”

Jungkook took in Y/n’s state. Mascara ran down in faint black streaks down her cheeks, the curls in her hair had fallen limp to match her downcast demeanor. She refused to meet his gaze but her large eyes were glossy from the tears and puffy from the crying that had occurred before he arrived. Lip gloss on her soft, pouty was almost completely wiped away. He couldn’t help but whisper under his breath, “You look perfect”.

Y/n met his eyes in shock. Quickly, she took in his features as if she were looking at him for the first time. His cheeks still had a little baby fat, but nonetheless still looked relatively slim and extremely soft. His doe eyes reflected the all the lights in the yard, looking like little stars in a galaxy solely made of all that is her childhood crush Jungkook. Her reflection was easy to see in the dark depths of his eyes. “You’re lying.”

Jungkook shook his head in a rapid fashion. “Well.. damn I didn’t think it would go like this,” He muttered, but Y/n heard it clearly. Her heart started to skip a beat, all she could feel in her ears is the pounding of her heart. “Y/n, I like you… a lot. I think I’ve liked you ever since you punched Jaehyun when he was stepping on my mountain in the sandbox in elementary school. And I was going to ask you to the dance so that I could tell you all of this now, but Yuta beat me to it. Before I was blaming Yuta for asking you first, but there’s only me to blame. Jaehyun told me to ask you the day the very day this dance was going to happen was announced, but I was scared. I was scared you were gonna say no because I knew you wanted to be asked by Yuta even if he’s never even looked at you at school before. I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I like when your nose scrunches a bit when you laugh and when you hum quietly along to the radio in the car because you don’t think anyone hears you, but I just really like you. You are so strong and brave. You’re always standing up for those that are being bullied and you’re not afraid to do what you think is right. You make me want to be a better person, so that I could be someone that can proudly stand by your side and support you when you’re too busy supporting someone else.” To say his confession shocked Y/n into silence was an understatement. She simply started at him, mouth gaping – the slow dance long forgotten. Jungkook ruffled his hair, fixing it to hide his eyes behind his bangs, “But- um- yeah. SO I like you a lot and you really don’t have to say anything but I mean it wouldn’t hurt to get an answer? YOU could take-“Jungkook started to ramble out of nervousness, his cheeks started to flush and sweat was starting to drip down his face.

Y/n couldn’t help herself, and she was afraid Jungkook would talk himself to death, eager to hear her answer yet not hear it at the same time. So, she opted for the fastest, but most effective way to shut him up – kissing him. She went in full force and smashed her lips – and the rest of her face- against his.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, and quickly pulled away. “Son of a bitch – OW”. He clenched his mouth in pain. Y/n wasn’t sufficing any better, she clutched her own mouth in pain. Too much force went into that kiss, and she was pretty sure she bit the hell out of Jungkook’s bottom lip all while smashing her teeth against his. When they met eyes, laughter came over them as if they were possessed.

“You’re a terrible kisser.”

“Well, you’re a shitty dancer. Not all of us can get what we want.”

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Jungkook fidgeted nervously. Jimin sighed for the nth time, nudging him harshly in the gut with his elbow. “Will you stop that, you’re starting to make me nervous and we’re not even here for me.”

“Shut up Jimin-ssi­.” Jungkook retorted, the casual tone coming out smoother than silk.

“Aish this kid,” Jimin muttered to himself, but they both knew Jungkook heard him loud and clear. “You shouldn’t even be so nervous. If she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with someone as sad as you she would’ve said no ages ago.”

“Whatever hyung.” Jungkook said, shifting the weight on his feet and putting his hands into his pockets for the fiftieth time.

Jimin was just about ready to smack his best friend to next year at this point. Just as Jimin was really going to smack Jungkook when he shifted anxiously on his feet again, the notes of a very familiar tune echoed throughout the venue. Jungkook and Y/n had decided to spice things up for their wedding, Y/n picked the song that would play for the processional, Jungkook got to pick the song for their first dance. Turns out Y/n had chosen one of Jungkook’s favorite songs. Soon, the double doors opened, letting the line of couples walk down the aisle. Before he knew it, the entire wedding party had completed their entrances. Now, they just had to wait for Y/n.

The brief ten second wait was agonizing for Jungkook. He was just itching to see Y/n, seeing as he had missed her immensely since they separated last night. Jungkook’s breath was stolen when his doe eyes met with Y/n’s glossy ones. She was absolutely stunning. Her dress carefully molded to her beautiful body, her lengthy hair was swept up into an intricate updo, with a few strands curling gently to frame her petite face. Her lips were painted a with a nude color, her eyes were outlined flawlessly with eyeliner. The hollows of her cheeks were prominent and there was a soft blush placed on the apple of said cheeks. Although her face was made up quite beautifully, it had nothing on the large smile that spread on her face the instant her eyes met Jungkook’s. Her eyes lit up with love and adoration for the man at the end of the aisle, and the everyone in the venue had to be blind to miss the love they shared. She was glowing, and Jungkook wouldn’t even dream of looking away from the view before him.

The ceremony was a blur, and it wasn’t until they needed to say their vows that Jungkook started to focus again. Jungkook squeezed Y/n’s smaller hands, even going as far as to caress her soft skin. He looked deeply into her eyes, replaying all his memories with her: the day he met her when she hid behind her mother’s skirt with only her eyes peeking out, that awkward phase of puberty where they had stopped talking, to the fated day that sealed their relationship: the school dance in high school. Jungkook had memorized his vows to a tee, but there was an inkling to just… wing it. Jungkook, opened his mouth, the words caught in his throat.

“It started with that stupid dance.”